The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.
Kim HarrisonStichwörter: love memory undead
Rachel?” came Ivy’s voice from her room. “Where’s my sword?”
“In the foyer where you left it last week when the evangelists were canvassing the neighborhood
Being poor is not an indication of potential or worth. It’s a lack of resources.
Kim HarrisonTrent sighed, visibly bothered at my admittedly childish behavior, but I was hot, damn it, and needed money, and therefore I was vulnerable to his bribes and his air-conditioned car.
Kim HarrisonAnd don’t try to sell me any crap about the kindly demon. I know three of you now, and you are all evil, insane, or just plain nasty.
Kim HarrisonThe coat was a remnant from his stint at being people-size. I’d gotten his jacket, Ivy had gotten his silk robe, and we’d thrown out his two dozen toothbrushes.
Kim HarrisonWorried, I touched the jacket’s sleeve. “You think it’s too much?” I asked, working hard to keep my tone non-combative. I’d had this conversation with ex-roommates before.
Kim HarrisonIt was a nice bit of blackmail that kept him off my back, but he refused to take the message that I wasn’t going to work for him. ’Course, that might be my fault…since I seemed unable to say no when he waved enough money at me.
Kim HarrisonTension pulled my shoulders tight, and I prayed my conversation skills were better than my magic.
Kim HarrisonThere was a sharp crack of splintering paneling, and Newt swore colorfully in Latin.
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