Quotes from Kim Harrison

His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.

Good God, Rachel, cant you go five minutes... sweet sticky hell on a stick!' the demon exclaimed, his thoughts reeling from anger to concern as he realized I was hopped up on something.

You have such interesting thoughts. No wonder witches are ephemeral. You drive yourself crazy. You should simply do what you want without the soul-searching. It will be easier in the long run, Rachel Mariana Morgan.

Having been a demon curse, however brief, should leave a mark. A streak of silver hair, or bewitching eyes. Maybe crows on one's roof or a hound from hell at your heel. Blowing out my breath I stood and squinted at my reflection. A black eye. Swell.

I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always.

Al's voice was faint but resolute. Stand up. Try to look sexy. In a bedsheet? I complained, running my hands down it. How can I look sexy in a bedsheet? He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. Never mind.

There were no more choices, no more options, no more clever ways out of a tough situation. And the rush, I realized in a brutal wash of despair, is a false god I've chased my entire life. One that cost me everything in the blind search for sensation. My entire existence amounted to nothing.

It is not always what we do, Sa'han, but who we love that makes us who we are. Quen

Big lots,' I said, seeing the eighty-year-old oaks and shady lawns. The houses were set way back and had iron fences and stone drives. The harder to hear your neighbors scream, my dear,' was David's answer, and I sent my head up and down in agreement.

Just let me sleep, she grumbled. Let me sleep, and I'll sign a paper that you're a fucking angel.

Memories of ice and Trent surfaced, and I wrapped my arms around my middle. I had saved him, and he had saved me. What was wrong with us?

Being poor is not an indication of potential or worth. It's a lack of resources.

Jenks: "I can't even pix anyone. I sweat now instead of dusting, did you know that? I've got water coming off me instead of dust. What the hell can I do with sweat? Rub up against someone and make them puke in disgust? I've seen you sweat, and it's not pretty. I don't even want to think about sex, two sweaty bodies pressed against each other like that? Disgusting. Talk about birth control—it's no wonder you only have a handful of kids.

The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.

Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn't expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky.

Ivy's COOK THE STEAK, DON'T STAKE THE COOK apron...

He's going to hurt you, Al said, looking at Pierce. I can take care of you, teach you to survive. Be there for you, even if you do hate me. I shivered. I don't want him, I said, and Al turned away, seeming smaller somehow.

Some nasty bitch of a woman from the coven of moral and ethical standards tried to fry Rache the pixy said apparently proud of it. I pixed the Tink-blasted dildo, and Rache's black-arts boyfriend blew her right out the front door. Bam!

That's my girl," she said, her eyes holding a shared pain as she saw my confusion. "Al, where are you going to put her? Not in your room. She'd pull a line through you and kill you when you hog the blankets. I'll take the waif in. I promise I'll bring this one up properly.

Come on, Rachel! Jenks shrilled. You're a badass, not a bad witch!

No one wears buckles anymore, and I decided to get him some real boots next winter solstice. Some sexy guy boots. Yeah.

I sighed. I hated the maze of bureaucracy with a passion, but I've found the best way to deal with it is to smile and act stupid. That way, no one gets confused.

Trent, do you have any weapons? Like a gun?" He looked at me in disgust. "You're here to protect me," he said as he closed the distance between us and stood beside me. "You didn't bring a weapon?" "Yeah, I brought a weapon," I snapped as I brought my splat gun out and aimed it at the ceiling where the sounds were coming from. "I just thought that since you're a freaking murderer you might have a gun, too (...)