Was using “dead-man’s-toe” morally okay if the man’s relatives had knowingly sold him for parts? Kim Harrison More Quotes by Kim Harrison More Quotes From Kim Harrison And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust. Kim Harrison romance return giving Sure, he had a wife and fifty-four kids, but he looked like a college freshman. A yummy college freshman majoring in Oh-my-god-I-gotta-get-me-some-of-that. Kim Harrison yummy college kids I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit! Kim Harrison hungry holes cold Maybe he thinks he can rescue me? No one is that stupid. Kim Harrison rescue stupid thinking There were no more choices, no more options, no more clever ways out of a tough situation. And the rush, I realized in a brutal wash of despair, is a false god I’ve chased my entire life. One that cost me everything in the blind search for sensation. My entire existence amounted to nothing. Kim Harrison despair choices clever Endings are not always bad. Most times they're just beginnings in disguise. Kim Harrison disguise I sighed. I hated the maze of bureaucracy with a passion, but I've found the best way to deal with it is to smile and act stupid. That way, no one gets confused. Kim Harrison confused passion stupid I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff" pg. 4 Kim Harrison down-and computer asks ...treat people with understanding when you can, and fake it when you can't until you do understand. Kim Harrison fake kindness people Hey, ah, does anyone want a cookie or something? Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila , maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it. Kim Harrison cookies bottles doe Growing up is hard, love. Otherwise everyone would do it. Kim Harrison hard-love growing growing-up Being poor is not an indication of potential or worth. It’s a lack of resources. Kim Harrison indication resources poor 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 pain girl eye Go to sleep, baby,Mama will sing. Of blue butterflies, and dragonfly wings. Moonlight and sunbeams, raiments so fine. Silver and gold, for baby of mine. Go to sleep, baby. Sister will tell, of wolves and of lambs, and demons who fell.-Pierce's Lullaby Kim Harrison (Black Magic Sanction) Kim Harrison butterfly sleep baby Behind the fury, he was tired. He was tired of being hauled around and shoved into a little room. He was tired of trying for me and failing. And to have Minias know it, to be carted off under his leash…It was almost insulting. Maybe, if I gave Al a night of peace to lick his wounds and his pride, he would grant that same courtesy to me? Kim Harrison tired pride night Who’s going to keep them from wiping us out species by species? Not me. We aren’t prepared for a new demographic of magic-using humans who are sadistic, power hungry, don’t like Inderlanders, and see genocide as an acceptable form of communication. Kim Harrison hungry magic communication She smiled with the warmth of a penguin. Kim Harrison warmth penguins I thought Trent should get over his pixy paranoia and admit he had an eerie attraction to them, like every other pure-blood elf I’d met. So he liked pixies. I liked double-crunch ice cream, but you didn’t see me avoiding it in the grocery store. Kim Harrison ice-cream eerie blood Rachel,” came a raspy voice from the upper level, and both Trent and I turned. It was Quen, wrapped in a blanket as if it was a death shroud, the black-haired intern at his side, supporting him. His hair was plastered to his skull with sweat, and I could see him wavering as he stood there. “Don’t touch Trenton,” he said, his gravelly voice clear in the hush, “or I’m going to have to come down there…and smack you around. Kim Harrison sweat voice hair Trent looked me up and down. “Is that all you’re going to do?” My pulse quickened, and I gazed at the front of the basilica where the scratching was coming from. “I might have a snack later if nothing comes through those doors. Kim Harrison pulse snacks doors
