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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."
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algaliarept
big-al
rachel-morgan
the-hollows
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Kim Harrison |
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9f73b17
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His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.
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Kim Harrison |
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Good God, Rachel, cant you go five minutes... sweet sticky hell on a stick!' the demon exclaimed, his thoughts reeling from anger to concern as he realized I was hopped up on something.
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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.
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rachel-morgan
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Kim Harrison |
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9f2d450
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Having been a demon curse, however brief, should leave a mark. A streak of silver hair, or bewitching eyes. Maybe crows on one's roof or a hound from hell at your heel. Blowing out my breath I stood and squinted at my reflection. A black eye. Swell.
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Kim Harrison |
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2e9902a
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It is not always what we do, Sa'han, but who we love that makes us who we are. Quen
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urban-fantasy
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Kim Harrison |
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fdaff45
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I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always.
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Kim Harrison |
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4dc0e96
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Al's voice was faint but resolute. "Stand up. Try to look sexy." "In a bedsheet?" I complained, running my hands down it. "How can I look sexy in a bedsheet?" He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. "Never mind."
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rachel-morgan
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Kim Harrison |
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Just let me sleep," she grumbled. "Let me sleep, and I'll sign a paper that you're a fucking angel."
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hollows
kim-harrison
pale-demon
sleep
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Kim Harrison |
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418ba77
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Bug? You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you? Call me a bug! Rachel, let me do him now.
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paranormal-romance
witches
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Kim Harrison |
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0ccb10b
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Memories of ice and Trent surfaced, and I wrapped my arms around my middle. I had saved him, and he had saved me. What was wrong with us?
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Kim Harrison |
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05ea449
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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.
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Kim Harrison |
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Jenks: "I can't even pix anyone. I sweat now instead of dusting, did you know that? I've got water coming off me instead of dust. What the hell can I do with sweat? Rub up against someone and make them puke in disgust? I've seen you sweat, and it's not pretty. I don't even want to think about sex, two sweaty bodies pressed against each other like that? Disgusting. Talk about birth control--it's no wonder you only have a handful of kids."
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Big lots,' I said, seeing the eighty-year-old oaks and shady lawns. The houses were set way back and had iron fences and stone drives. The harder to hear your neighbors scream, my dear,' was David's answer, and I sent my head up and down in agreement.
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humor
rachel-morgan
romance
supernatural
vampire
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Her elf is going to do just that," he said, the red glow of the ever-after sun turning his hair auburn, almost as red as mine. "I did not work this hard at getting her to accept who she is to let you take your spoiled brat of a little-boy temper tantrum out on her. She stays on my side of the lines."
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rachel
trent
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Kim Harrison |
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31992aa
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Being poor is not an indication of potential or worth. It's a lack of resources.
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Kim Harrison |
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Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
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Kim Harrison |
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45820e4
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The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.
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memory
undead
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Kim Harrison |
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6fba61c
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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."
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demons
newt
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Kim Harrison |
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ce6cb88
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I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn't expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky.
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rachel-morgan
the-hollows
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Kim Harrison |
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1924ffd
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I sniffed, wiping my eyes. "Look at that," I muttered. "The bastard made me cry." Jenks' wings made a cool spot on my neck. "Want me to pixy him?" "No. But now I don't have the chance of a ghost's fart in a windstorm to get that Pandora charm." That's not really what was bothering me, though. It was Trent. Why did I even care what he thought?" --
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Kim Harrison |
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Ivy's COOK THE STEAK, DON'T STAKE THE COOK apron...
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Kim Harrison |
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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."
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Kim Harrison |
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Some nasty bitch of a woman from the coven of moral and ethical standards tried to fry Rache" the pixy said apparently proud of it. "I pixed the Tink-blasted dildo, and Rache's black-arts boyfriend blew her right out the front door. "Bam!"
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Kim Harrison |
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d96784d
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Come on, Rachel!" Jenks shrilled. "You're a badass, not a bad witch!"
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rachel
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Kim Harrison |
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7a5af08
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No one wears buckles anymore, and I decided to get him some real boots next winter solstice.
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funny
rachel
stoned
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Kim Harrison |
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61dab3d
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Trent, do you have any weapons? Like a gun?" He looked at me in disgust. "You're here to protect me," he said as he closed the distance between us and stood beside me. "You didn't bring a weapon?" "Yeah, I brought a weapon," I snapped as I brought my splat gun out and aimed it at the ceiling where the sounds were coming from. "I just thought that since you're a freaking murderer you might have a gun, too (...)"
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Kim Harrison |
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0de9e3c
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Anything worth having is going to be hard
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Kim Harrison |
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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.
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bureaucracy
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Kim Harrison |
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b5d1728
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Avoiding me, Quen downed a swallow of wine. "Trent is a fine young man," he said, watching the remaining wine swirl. "Yes... " I drawled, cautiously. "If you can call a drug lord and outlawed-medicine manufacturer a fine young man."
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quen
rachel-morgan
trent-kalamack
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Kim Harrison |
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f604184
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itsy-bitsy-skitsy
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Kim Harrison |
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2032d36
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She reeked of tenure
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Kim Harrison |
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Jenks]"I think you're all screwy in the head," he said when Bis nodded his encouragement. "But go ahead. I've got Quen's number in my phone. I'll call him if you both explode in a flash of black underwear and money so I won't have to fly all the way home."
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Kim Harrison |
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83730e8
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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.
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rachel
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Kim Harrison |
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2aef9a7
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Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.
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nice
panic
pessimistic
prediction
premonition
soon
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Kim Harrison |
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f6658cf
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You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.
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Kim Harrison |
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f86e9af
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His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he'd tell me Ivy had it.
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kisten
rachel-morgan
romance
supernatural
vampire
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Kim Harrison |
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6af0dec
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Maybe if I didn't say anything about what happened, we could get back to the way we were. Ignoring a problem was a perfectly acceptable way to deal with it, as long as both people agree never to bring it up again.
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Kim Harrison |
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6d051da
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The cookie maker needs someone to look out for him.
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Kim Harrison |
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09d56ec
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Shut up," I hissed. Ticked that he was taller than me, I stepped up onto a nearby coffee table. "I'm not in a cage anymore," I said, keeping enough presence of mind not to poke him in the chest with a finger. His face went startled, then cloric. "The only thing between your head and my foot becoming real close and personal right now is my questionable professionalism. And if you ever threaten me again, I'll slam you halfway across the room ..
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Kim Harrison |
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3f0b651
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I cannot stay," he lied for me, eyes averted. "I'm only going to be here for a time, then leave you." His gaze met mine. "And I will cry when I go, because I could love you forever." --
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Kim Harrison |
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4d97885
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Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.
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Kim Harrison |
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8e95946
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I thought of Al in his dream, looking nothing like this, more like an elegant bat. Broken? Perhaps, but I had put his butterfly back together with my blood. "I never liked the movie Titanic," I said, and he grunted, his gaze sharpening on me. "They both could have gotten on that damn door."
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rachel-morgan
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Kim Harrison |
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6164dcc
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Double damn. I was a harlot. I was a freaking vampire hussy.
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Kim Harrison |