Quotes from Kim Harrison

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 screwed up.

Success at work. Having fun doing it. Caring for someone and supporting their interests because you like to see them happy. Having them care about and support yours simply because they want to see you happy.

Harsh and savage. Survival. It was never beautiful, except for its pure honesty.

Son of a beaver biscuit…

Witch!" a resonant voice echoed, and I tossed my hair aside, taking in the robed figure in the threshold. "Why, by Cormel's gonads, does my coffee taste like dandelions!

Pulse fast, I headed for the hall, a gallon of salsa on my hip, a tomato in my hand, and a pixy on my shoulder. Yeah, we bad.

Bug!" Francis exclaimed. "You're a—" His words choked off with a rasp as I jerked my arm. "Bug?" Jenks shouted, incensed. "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!

Trent dropped his head for an instant, then pulled it up to me. "You aren't a demon practitioner?" he asked as we took the first steps up. I put a hand to my stomach, wondering if this day could get any worse. "No, but they seem to practice me.

Humanity had steadfastly kept control of the mail system, and even Piscary would think twice about leaning on an overworked employee who might snap and go postal. There were some things even a vampire wouldn't mess with.

I wouldn't miss it for the world." Al could just suck my toes and die.

Quen said. "Listen before you draw your battle lines, lest you alienate your allies.

Two grande lattes, double espresso, Italian blend," he said to the clerk. "Light on the froth, extra cinnamon. Use whole milk. Not two percent or half-and-half. Put a shot of raspberry in one for my itchy

This was weird, civilized.Yes, I've come to rob you, sir. / How delightful; won't you have some tea before you do?

Grim-faced, Jenks shouted, "What are you waiting for, Ivy? God to say go?

Oh God. Kisten.What would he say if he knew Ivy had bitten me? "I told you so," or maybe "My turn"?

That he was being forthright meant more to me than his ugly past.

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.

You think being a demon's familiar is a good thing? What train hit you on the way home?

All I'm saying is you've been dating him for three months. Most guys you date are either dead or running scared by now.

I've changed." I didn't want to hear this. They never changed, they simply hid it better.

Half of it was meticulously arranged as an office with her computer - faster and more powerful than an industrial-sized package of laxative - color-coded files, maps and the markers she used to organize her runs. The other half of the table was mine and empty. I wish I could say it was neatness, but when I had a run, I ran it. I didn't analyze it to death.

Yes, well, it's not like I want to marry you," he said.

I don't know. She's much better already. She wasn't talking half an hour ago. Look at her now." We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls hovered over her. Three were plating her long, fair hair and another was singing to her.

Rachel Morgan, private runner for hire. All rights earnestly upheld. All wrongs sincerely avenged.