I said school starts tomorrow. I didn’t say I was going to be there.
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Rachel, you summon demons. You’re good at it. Get over it, then find a way to make it work for you. It’s not going to go away.
Kim Harrisonshe thought I could find a way to save her soul when she died and became an undead. Right now, I was just looking to find the rent money. I’d get to my roommate’s soul later.
Kim HarrisonEdden called the church first,” she said by way of greeting, her thin
eyebrows high as she spotted Ford’s arm linked in mine. “Hi, Ford.”
The man reddened at the lilt she’d put in her last words, but I wouldn’t let him take his arm back. I liked being needed. “He’s having trouble with the background emotion,” I said.
“And he’d rather be abused by yours?”
Nice.
(Ivy, Rachel and Ford)
Ivy still had her tree up in the living room, and we exchanged presents when we felt like it, not on a specific date. Usually that was about an hour after I got back from shopping. Delayed gratification was Ivy’s thing, not mine.
Kim HarrisonAnd Trent,” I said, watching Rex since Jenks was preoccupied with a flightless child. “Beloved city son and idiot billionaire goes and gets caught in the ever-after. Who has to bust her butt and make a deal with demons to get him back?”
“The one who got him there?” Jenks said, and my eyes narrowed.
Jenks laughed, taking to the air and saying, “Give it up, FIB man. It’ll take more than you to get her out. Remember what Ivy and I did to your finest last spring? Add Rachel to that, and you can say your prayers.”
From behind me came Edden’s dry “You think Ivy wants another stint as a candy striper?
Looking at everything, I started to feel nauseous, as if the seventies had taken refuge here against extinction and were preparing to take over the world.
Kim HarrisonIvy had loved him, too—deeper, on a gut level, with the strength of the past, not like my new love, based on the idea of a future.
Kim HarrisonThe small gargoyle had gone entirely white to match the ceiling, and only the rims of his ears, his long clawlike nails, and a thick stripe down his whip-like tail were still gray. He was crawling along the ceiling like a bat, wings held to make sharp angles and claws extended. It just about broke my creepy meter.
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