Quotes from Kim Harrison

Without warning he had become witness to something that stretched back through the eons, ties both elastic and enduring, surpassing death, surpassing life. She was his child. It was as simple as that and that complex.

Three g's, and an r: Get in, get the info, get out, relocate.

I hate it when people use stuff and don't replace

It hurts," he whispered, his hands falling to his sides. "All the time. Even when I try." Tears warmed my eyes, and I pulled back so I could look at him. "It will stop one day," I said as I gave his shoulders a squeeze. "Even without your trying, and then you'll feel guilty. After that, you'll wake up one morning, remember her, and smile.

Because for all the changes, some things were immutable truths: friendship transcends all barriers, understanding trumps fear, and great power can always be surmounted by determination. And with Trent, Al, Ivy, and Jenks beside me, we had all three. I always had.

Size 8 women's, and a men's 10.

Setting my spiced cider down, I put my elbows on my knees and sighed. I loved the solstice, and not just for the food and parties. Cincinnati dropped all of its lights from midnight until sunrise, and it was the only time I ever saw the night sky as it was supposed to be. Anyone thieving during the blackout was dealt with hard, curtailing any problems.

the Uncommon Stupidity charge agents me be dropped. My shock at the Honorably Ass-kisser comment was pushed away by the thought of a law agents uncommon stupidity and wondered how we could get one.

You eliminate everything, and whatever remains, no matter how improbable, is the answer.

The ever-after is like a drop of time that got knocked out, sitting alone by itself with no past behind it to push it forward and no future to pull it along. It's hanging to us by the ley lines, sort of. Your circles aren't made up of differing realities, they're made up of the stretchy stuff that's holding us and the ever-after together, keeping the ever-after from vanishing like it should.

Okay," Glenn said as he stood. "We need to get this back to the . . . ah, forensics lab. I want to know how long the body was stressed before she died." "An hour. That's all. Perhaps less." We all looked at Nina, and she shrugged, dust and rust marring her makeup like dried blood. "But by all means, do your scientific poking and prodding. She's suffered so much, what's one more indignity?

Sunt qui discessum animi a corpore putent esse mortem. Sunt erras

How do you deal with it? How do you keep from falling apart? That—What happened to them is horrible. How can a person do that to another?" Rose took a slow breath. "You cry, you get angry, then you do something about it." I watched her leave, the clack of her quick heels sounding sharp before the door closed. Yeah. I can do that.

The only thing between your head and my foot becoming real close and personal right now is my questionable professionalism.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart.

You're moved by love. That means everything. Take it from one who's lost all and then gained more.

His mind seemed to expand as time became malleable, and with a sudden pop he could almost feel the world reset with a crystalline clarity of lost chances.

To be able to show someone that, yes, you are someone worth sacrificing for? That you like them for their faults and that you respect them for their ability to rise above them?

Tea? Jenks was standing next to the plate of petits fours. You want to have tea? Are you nerking futs?

Season of the Witch.

Every person has a right to the small things, you see? The little happinesses. After all, those are the ones that make life most worth living. It's what we're fighting for.

We need to cull the programs that don't work and foster the ones that do, throw out political agendas and instead give the power back to the people so that Cincinnati may regain her greatness! My record speaks for me, and I will speak for you!

Lost what? Money? My table at Carew Tower? Your voice in the enclave, I added. Your tee time at the golf course. Trent sighed regretfully, but he was holding me tight. True. Money drives the world, but when everything falls apart to leave the underpinnings of our life bare to the scrutiny of critics and thieves, the only thing remaining, the only thing that can't be taken away, is the love you hold for the people you care about. [...] I have a very sturdy house, Jenks, Trent said. So do you.

Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space. My life was so