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 HarrisonIn a few hours, I’m going to be banished to the surface, my belongings raffled off as novelty items and my living space given to someone else—my reputation destroyed. I’d rather have your head than your soul at this point in my illustrious career.” - Al
Kim HarrisonIt’s not an important case, and you’ll have to wait, he said. I’m busy. Is there anything else you want to bitch about? - Minias
Kim HarrisonTrent 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.
Be reasonable. I know you can be. If you try very, very hard.” - Al to Rachel
Kim HarrisonI could have had him, but I had monologued. Damn it, I was not going to do that again.
Kim HarrisonI thought about all the times I had brought in black witches, pitying them for their foolishness, telling myself demons were dangerous, manipulating bastards who you couldn’t beat. But I wasn’t trying to beat them, I was trying to join them…apparently.
Kim HarrisonTaking a breath, I stepped into the line to find him standing right where I’d left him, smiling with his hand extended. (Rachel and Al)
Kim HarrisonRachel,” 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 HarrisonTrent, 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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