Explore Quotes by Kim Harrison

And I’m not spying! I’m evaluating!” “It’s the same difference!

I said school starts tomorrow. I didn’t say I was going to be there.

I didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.

I got it this time, Daddy Warbucks," I said.

Wayde yelled, and I hit him again, adrenaline pulling a scream of outrage from me. He went quiet, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear him breathing. I suppose I could have used my magic on him, but this was a lot more satisfying.

I think she suspects something, though. We’ve had cherry pie for dessert five nights in a row.” His voice drawled, and my smile deepened.

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly.

I didn’t know what I was going to say, a feeling that was compounded when the line clicked open and Trent’s very muzzy voice murmured, “Rachel? Mmm, hi.

Boots and leather jackets were strewn on her bed, and what looked like a new knife set. She’d taken a class last winter and was dying to try them out legally on someone.

So I’ve seen my boys do that a hundred times with the neighboring pixy girls. Give her their favorite seed and be too flustered to tell her what it was.

I suddenly realized that a bunch of my friends needed babysitters and vowed to start screening my calls.

Don’t stereotype, Jenks. HAPA is an equal-opportunity hate group,” I said.

HAPA was like mint. You could rip it up, and six months later, it was back, healthier than ever. Mint smelled better, though, and you could make juleps out of it. I don’t know what I could make out of HAPA. Compost, maybe.

I’m not going to pick her up and carry her screaming to the basement,” Trent said. “It’s a workday. Besides, she has a crutch.” “Crutch or no, she’s hurt!” Ceri protested. “I mean,” Trent said intently, “she can hit me with it if I do something she doesn’t like.

Apparently their numerous tattoos gave them protection against the cold as they had no coats.

Yes, but . . .” She hesitated, her gaze finally coming to me. “I survived because I fell in love.” With you was unspoken.

Adjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of existence?

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 frowned, wondering if Trent would mind being the size of a fairy for a day. He could talk to the newest tenants in his garden.

She’s not much of a team player, more of a team yeller.

Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.