Student food." His eyes went to the tomato on the sill. "Whatever's in the refrigerator over pasta.
Kim HarrisonI 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 HarrisonStichwörter: bureaucracy act-stupid
Money in hand, I glanced up to find Glenn eyeing a rack of stuffed rats. As the salesman rang up my purchase, Glenn leaned close and, still staring at the rats, whispered, “What are those used for?”
“I have no idea.” I got my receipt and jammed everything in my bag…
Glenn surprised me by opening the car door for me, and as I settled in the seat, he leaned against the frame of the open window. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and strode inside. He was out in a moment with a small white bag. I watched him cross in front of the car—wondering. Timing himself between the traffic, he opened the door and slid in behind the wheel.
“Well?” I asked as he set the package between us. “What did you get?” Glenn started the car and pulled out into traffic. “A stuffed rat.”
“Oh,” I said, surprised. What the devil was he going to do with it? Even I didn’t know what it was for. I was dying to ask all the way to the FIB building but managed to keep my mouth shut even as we slipped into the cold shade of their underground parking.
Stichwörter: glenn-rachel-morgan-stuffed-rat
Face it, you little cookie maker," Janks said, almost sounding fond, "In the last couple of days, you've seen what it's like to be in a family, with all the touchy tempers and irritation that goes on. Now you get to see the other side, where we do stupid stuff for each other just because we like you. Rache is the little sister. Ivy's the big sister. I'm the uncle from out of state, and your the rich nephew no one likes but we put up with you anyway because we feel sorry for you. Just let me help, huh? It won't kill you.
Kim HarrisonSome 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!
Kim HarrisonOh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?
Kim HarrisonThe cookie maker needs someone to look out for him.
Kim HarrisonYou need me, just whistle," he said as he arranged his ball cap over his eyes against the sun leaking through the frost-emptied branches.
"You're not coming?"
Lifting the brim of his cap, he eyed me, "You want me to?" he asked blandly.
"Not really, no."
He dropped the brim and laced his hands over his middle. "Then why are you bitching? It's a crime scene, not a grocery store.
...Ivy’s COOK THE STEAK, DON’T STAKE THE COOK apron...
Kim HarrisonKnowledge is Power. Ignorance is Bliss. But curiosity—even if it had killed the cat—is king.
Kim HarrisonStichwörter: the-hollows
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