Quotes About Kim Harrison

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

You think Ivy's a planner? She has nothing on a motivated elf with too much money.

Tink's a Disney whore!- Jenks

Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble? (Glenn)

Avoiding me, Quen downed a swallow of wine. Trent is a fine young man, he said, watching the remaining wine swirl. Yes... I drawled, cautiously. If you can call a drug lord and outlawed-medicine manufacturer a fine young man.

Did something happen to the sanctity of your church again? My eye twitched. Newt broke it so she could look in my closet. Again.

What was in the trunk? I asked, and my eyes widened when he opened his coat and let me glimpse a big-ass rifle. I know these people, he said, his expression going hard. We handle their insurance.

I will compensate all your one-inch, two-inch losses because I know how important every inch is to you aged, decrepit men.

My office is trashed," he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and took the coffee that I was holding out to him. "Why are you smiling? My fish are dead.

I want an expresso. Black. But give me the domestic blend. That Turkish crap gives me the runs for a week. - Jenks

Pierce made a calculating noise, accidentally brushing my knee as he shifted. As Jenks would say, you snore nice. I smiled back unconvincingly. I snore nice. Not I opine that your auditory nasal exhalations are most pleasing.

Rachel isn't a lady, he said as he shut the drawer with a bang. She's a witch, rhymes with bitch, randy and ready.

Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones.

And don't try to sell me any crap about the kindly demon. I know three of you now, and you are all evil, insane, or just plain nasty.

He grinned. "That's because pixies are ever-after. We're magic, baby. Just ask Matalina.

Al's red eyes slid past me to Pierce. Play? he said, his voice dripping with interest. Gordian Nathaniel Pierce's quirks are legendary. Why do you think I want the runt so badly? Size truly doesn't matter if you can do what he can. ~ Algaliarept, Black Magic Sanction, Kim Harrison

God, it stinks," I said, hand over my nose as he pulled me into a long step. Al strode forward, head high. "It's the stench of bureaucracy, my itchy-witch, and why I chose to go into human resources when but a wee lad.

Actually, I am kind of busy right now," I drawled as I settled back into the chair and closed my eyes. "You have to make melanin while the sun shines.

I didn't want to go to jail. Unlike Takata, I looked awful in orange.

A devious spark lit through Al, making me smile. One way. It costs too much, he said. "There's no inflation in the ever-after, Al." Call it a recession then. One way.

Do you have a finger stick?" she snapped. "No." "Then let me cut your finger." "You're already bleeding," I said. "Use your blood.

I'll go through my Christmas card list," Trent said

You aren't a demon practitioner? No, but they seem to practice me. Trent and Rachel

Pierce truly was a black witch. He had tried to kill with magic. It didn't matter if the charm was white, black, or polka dotted with silver sparkles.