It was starting to smell really good in here. And if I liked what it smelled like, then they were liking what they were smelling, and ah…that would be me.
Kim HarrisonDon’t you listen to them, Rexy,” I cooed, and the cat sniffed my nose. “Rachel is a smart girl. She’s not going to go out with a ghost no matter how sexy he is. She knows better. Jenkskie wenskie can just get bent.” I beamed at Jenks, and he made an ugly face. “Rache, put my cat down before you mess with her kitty brain.
Kim HarrisonHoly dust,” I murmured, looking for it among the clutter. Jenks’s wings hummed and he dropped to hover over the envelope that I’d gathered from the slats under my bed, the only place the pixies didn’t clean. It was on sanctified ground, so I figured it was holy enough. And God knew my bed hadn’t seen any action lately.
Kim HarrisonI can think of a lot of things to do," he said, "and none of them involve standing up. - Al
Kim HarrisonActually,” I said, hesitant to bring it up, “I was thinking along the lines of a curse that can turn you human.”
“Or witch?” Ivy said, surprising me.
There was a soft vulnerability in her and I blinked. “You don’t want to be a
witch,” I said quickly.
“Why not? You are.
I didn’t move, numb as Al sidled up alongside me and together we eyed Pierce, nervous under our combined scrutiny.
“If you give him a body,” he said lightly, “I will kill him.”
I looked at Al. His eyes didn’t look strange anymore, and it scared me. “I don’t know that curse,” I said blandly.
Al brought his attention back down from the ceiling. “You really don’t want to have sex with him? Why? What’s wrong with him?
Kim HarrisonWhere did he go!” he bellowed, gloved hands clenching. “I had him in a snare
that would take Alexander the Great a lifetime to untwist, and he did it in a
week!” Al took a step, pinwheeling as his booted heel found an ice cube.
Uh, guys?” Jenks said, hovering at the window. “Fountain Square is on fire.”
“What?” I jumped to my feet and turned in one motion. Al rushed to the window, and we pressed our foreheads to the glass, looking down.
Not alone, echoed in my mind. Go. I’ll bring you back. (Ford to Rachel)
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