Kim Harrison Quotes

Listen to me, you broken-fanged, moss-wiped excuse for a back-drafted blood bag! Jenks said, a silver-edged red dust slipping from him.

Ready, Rachel? I’d like your opinion on the lab that was broken into. His eyes flicked past us to the closed nursery door before coming back to us, his smile fading as he noticed Ceri’s tension. I was...

Ms. Vampire Lady, you're all wet.

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

His eyes went past us to his kids as they descended upon the mouse, who had finally made a dash for the living room and found itself in its own personal hell.

Justice’s wheels were greased with paper and fueled by quick feet on the streets.

Jenks) Tink’s a Disney whore,

Nina made a dramatic sigh. She won’t give me one, either, she lamented,

Learning to understand those you hate and fear is harder. I

I'd said thank you. And apologized. It was more than I thought I'd ever do. You're welcome, he said, his expression lost in the shadows. I'll see what I can do about the no lying... thing. And inclini...

Jenks made a face. He turned my son into a thief and broke my partner’s heart. Why should I give him a draft of consideration?

I smirked as I recalled how Jenks’s kids took to Ceri, and how Ellasbeth’s mother, another pure-blood elf, adored Jenks. I didn’t have any such charmed feelings for the lump of somnolent rock in the b...

I asked, looking at the jukebox, now totally out of place, like a British police call box on the deck of the Titanic.

I want… he said, then hesitated, taking a breath of air and lifting his chin. I want one pure thing in my life, he said loudly, his voice ringing in the red-tinted air. I want one thing I can point to...

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

I have a name, I grumped, my stomach pinching me harder. Yes, but it has no pizzazz. Ra-a-a-a-chel. Rach-e-e-e-eel, he said, trying it out in different ways. No one will tremble in terror at that. Oh...

See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn’t screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.

Have any of your clients died? Ford asked. Someone you were trying to help? Brett, Jenks said. Peter? I blurted out. But the amulet went a negative gray. Nick, Jenks said nastily, and the color on the...

He opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly struggling to find a way to touch his son without hurting him. Jax… he whispered, his eyes both young and old—pained and filled with joy.

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