I wish I could say I write 9-5. It's usually more like 8-6, every... by Kim Harrison

I wish I could say I write 9-5. It's usually more like 8-6, every day but the weekends.

Kim Harrison

Image Embed Code

Categorized in : Writing Wish Weekend

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.

care hate hurt

She was getting bitchy.That was a good sign. "What am I supposed to do till you get back?" I said, patting the smouldering leather. "Hide in my closet? I"d rather be with you.

leather closets said

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.

knees nice noise

Numb, I took the perfectly browned puff. Okay. Let me see if I have this right. Al provokes me into defending myself. I nearly kill him. Then Newt tries to kill me, thinking I'm Ku'Sox. Al stops her, saving my life. And now we're all going to have s'mores together?

together trying thinking

The quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet. Can I make you a cake?" Big Al to Pierce, then Rachel.

cake als way

Puppy presents on the rug. This sucked. by Kim Harrison

Puppy presents on the rug. This sucked.

puppy

The car was full of unhappy people heading west. It was the Great American Family Road Trip, all right. Whaaa-hoo!

car unhappy people

Typical" Kisten said, his eyes dramatically sad. "Try to do something nice for a person, cheer her up, and what do I get? Abused and robbed.

nice cheer eye

It is not always what we do, Sa'han, but who we love that makes u... by Kim Harrison

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

who-we-are

My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.

crazy mother reality

Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. “Thank you, Rachel,” he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened. “Welcome back, my itchy witch.

black feet hands

You bet your Grannie's Panties I will. by Kim Harrison

You bet your Grannie's Panties I will.

panties

Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of... by Kim Harrison

Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.

golden-retrievers said window

Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble? (Glen... by Kim Harrison

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

ads paper trouble

Five trolls in a dra-a-a-a-ag,' the four-inch man sang from my shoulder. 'Four purple condoms, three French ticklers, two horny vamps and a succubus in the snow.

purple men two

"We were the pair. One too afraid to feel anything lest she lose control of her ironclad hold on her emotions, and the other so hungry to feel anything that she´d risk her free will for one night of fun.".

risk fun night

I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone... by Kim Harrison

I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone go. Alive.

alive

She's not your type. Since when do I have a type? by Kim Harrison

She's not your type. Since when do I have a type?

type

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy. by Kim Harrison

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.

vampire toys blood

Why aren't you afraid of me? I've seen my death, and you're not i... by Kim Harrison

Why aren't you afraid of me? I've seen my death, and you're not it.