Nothing is so hard that it can't be found by searching.

— Kim Harrison

Now you’re going to get it,” I said, guessing Al was coming when the ones in the back scattered. “You should have been nice.” With a weird cry, the closest surface demon fell back, but it was too late. A flash of red light exploded overhead, smashing the buildings away as if I were at the center of an atomic explosion. The surface demons scattered like brown leaves, the remnants of their clothes and auras fluttering. It was Al, and he burst into existence in a grand mood, an old-fashioned lantern in his hand and a walking cane at his side.“Rachel Mariana Morgan!” he shouted enthusiastically, raising the lantern high, and I painfully rose from my crouch, breaking my bubble with a small thought. “I’ve come to save you, love!

— Kim Harrison

Of course, I’m shielding her, you have broken feather!

— Kim Harrison

Plan B?' Ivy said. 'What is plan B?' Jenks reddened. 'Grab the fish and run like hell,' he muttered, and I almost giggled.

— Kim Harrison

Rachel knew what she was doing. And when she didn't, she could improvise on the fly, coming up with options that left a lot of collateral damage but usually only hurt herself, not the people around her. It was one of the things he would never admit that he admired about her.

— Kim Harrison

Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.

— Kim Harrison

Slicker than snot on a door handle.

— Kim Harrison

Student food." His eyes went to the tomato on the sill. "Whatever's in the refrigerator over pasta.

— Kim Harrison

Sure am glad I'm not royalty," I muttered. "I wouldn't want to have to bump ugliest with someone I can't stand. On a regular basis. And no one else."" Ow!" I exclaimed, trying to yank my fingers from Trent but finding them caught. Then I colored, realizing what I'd said. "Oh… sorry," I stammered, meaning it. "That was insensitive." Trent's frown turned into a sly smirk. "Bump ugliest?" he said, eyes on the table behind me. "You are a font of gutter slang, Rachel. We must do this again.

— Kim Harrison

That’s all kids want to know—that you love them.

— Kim Harrison