Quotes from Kim Harrison

I meant I'm not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.

My God, he whispered. What have I done to her? He thought, humbled. The spell was broken, but it wasn't sealed, and her soul was bare to him, the scars of her tragic past and her triumphs over pain and her aching need to find her place. He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.

Knowledge is Power. Ignorance is Bliss. But curiosity—even if it had killed the cat—is king.

You think my kids just popped out of the ground?

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?

Making a spell is easy. It's trusting you did it right that's hard.

Typical Kisten said, his eyes dramatically sad. Try to do something nice for a person, cheer her up, and what do I get? Abused and robbed.

From the back came an unearthly, satisfied chuckle. All I could see in the rearview mirror was a dark shadow with red goat-slitted eyes. Fear slithered through me. Shit, I have a demon in my backseat. What in hell am I playing with? "Good witch," Al said, his voice coming from nothing, and I stifled a shudder. "You're starting to understand.

I do so like all-encompassing words. Verb, adjective, noun. Yes, you are shitted.

Sweet mother of chaos, he breathed. Rachel, you are indeed one of us. Have your time in the sun. You're worth the extra wait.

You bet your Grannie's Panties I will.

The rag he'd used to clean the table went into the fire behind him. I saw what you are, he said, and I was ashamed. I saw what you expect from a person, and I'd call you a bitch except you demand it from yourself as well. I saw how you see me, he explained. It wasn't anything I didn't already know, but it made me wonder at what I lack, what isn't there.

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel," he said, very still and unmoving. "Always jumping to the wrong conclusion. You're like a frog, you know.

Quen's gaze went to Ivy and Jenks. Peeved, I crossed my legs and shook my head. We're a team. I'm not asking them to leave so you can tell me of whatever piss-poor problem you've landed yourself in. The older elf's brow wrinkled. He took an angry breath. Look, I said, my finger jabbing out to point at him. I don't like you. Jenks doesn't like you. And Ivy wants to eat you. Start talking.

Why? I said, taking the paper from him as Al smiled. If it's not what I agreed to, I will burn Al's gonads off the first chance I get. Turn around. I need to use your back for a second. Ah, hold on a tick, Al said, snapping his fingers again and catching the new paper drifting down. How silly of me. This is the one. Here.

I've got your back. Nothing alive will ever hurt you if I have breath in me. And nothing dead will hurt you if I don't." (Kisten)

Like the end of a picnic, all the weenies will be roasted.

Rachel, my itchy witch, Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?

Trent and Ellasbeth did the nasty? Ewwww!

I am yours, Trent gasped through clenched teeth, and my hand sprang from him, thinking I was betrayed. Trent fell to a knee, looking up at me, pleading. I. Am. Yours. Claim me, Rachel! Damn your morals and claim me!

Bug? You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you? Call me a bug! Rachel, let me do him now.

Rachel candy.

Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. "Thank you, Rachel," he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened. "Welcome back, my itchy witch.

Five trolls in a dra-a-a-a-ag,' the four-inch man sang from my shoulder. 'Four purple condoms, three French ticklers, two horny vamps and a succubus in the snow.