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.

— Kim Harrison

The mad have a grace all their own".

— Kim Harrison

...the Uncommon Stupidity charge agents me be dropped." My shock at the "Honorably Ass-kisser" comment was pushed away by the thought of a law agent uncommon stupidity and wondered how we could get one.

— Kim Harrison

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

— Kim Harrison

The want for that kiss had shocked him more than the interruption, and he fell back into the chair, cool and nonchalant as Queen came in with his questions and demands. He wasn't sure if he believed he'd really helped, but one thing was very clear. He wanted that again, that feeling of standing with her against all odds and succeeding. Furthermore, he wanted it so bad, he was going to risk destroying everything he and his father had worked for. Furthermore, he should walk away. Right now. But as she was ushered out the door under David's arm, all he wanted to do was follow her. What the hell was he doing, falling in love with a demon?

— Kim Harrison

...treat people with understanding when you can, and fake it when you can'until you do understand.

— Kim Harrison

Uh..., " Ivy stammered, and I glanced up to see her eyes wide in consideration." I'm kidding," I said. "It passed the lethal-amulet test, remember?"" Not that. You keep it in your underwear drawer?" I hesitated, wondering why I was embarrassed. "Well, where do you put your even magic?" I asked.

— Kim Harrison

Will your dad freak if I kiss you goodbye?” he asked.

— Kim Harrison

With a gentle pressure, our lips met. His hands slipped more firmly about me, and I held myself back, not afraid, but wanting to feel everything slowly as I leaned in, tasting the wine on him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into mine, breathing in our scents that were mingling and changing with the warmth. My hands rose to find his hair, and I relaxed into him as the silky strands brushed through my fingers. I wanted more, and I leaned into him as our lips moved against each other.

— Kim Harrison

Without warning, he had become witness to something that stretched back through the eons, ties both elastic and enduring, surpassing death, surpassing life. She was his child. It was as simple as that and that complex.

— Kim Harrison