“Though no one had been buried here for almost thirty years, the grass was mown by yours truly. I felt a tidy graveyard made a happy graveyard.” YearsMadeFeltGrassThirtyBuriedThirty YearsGraveyardTidy Author:Kim Harrison
“Jenks made a move to follow, probably forgetting he didn’t have wings anymore. He leaned forward and fell to the floor, face first. “Jenks!” I shouted when he hit with a dull smack and started swearing.” FirstsMadeFacesMovingForgetWingsDullSwearingSmack Author:Kim Harrison
“Together we made our way from the service entrances in back to the front, Jenks shedding clothes and handing them to me to stuff in my bag every few yards. It was terribly distracting, but I managed to avoid running into the Dumpsters and recycling bins.” WayMadeRunningTogetherStuffFrontsClothesBagsYardsEntrancesRecyclingDumpsters Author:Kim Harrison
“My eyes widened at the ball of orange fluff squeezing out from under the counter, blinking and stretching. I looked again, not believing. “It’s a cat,” I said, winning the Pulitzer prize for incredible intellect.” BelieveSaidEyeWinningCatBallsIncrediblesIntellectPrizeOrangeStretchingSqueezingFluff Author:Kim Harrison
“It’s a cat. Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.” PastBoysCatTonightSlips Author:Kim Harrison
“Ah, Jenks? It’s not a lake, it’s a friggin’ freshwater ocean. Did you see the size of the tanker going under the bridge when we came into town? The wake from it could tip us. I’m not canoeing it unless your name is Pocahontas.” NamesOceanTownsSizeBridgesLakesCanoeing Author:Kim Harrison
“Okay, I like him,” I admitted. “But it takes more than a nice body, Jenks. Jeez, I do have a little depth. You’ve got a great body, and you don’t see me trying to get into your Fruit of the Looms.” TryingLittlesBodyNiceOkayFruitDepthI Like HimNice Body Author:Kim Harrison
“Good God,” I whispered, sitting on the van’s cot and looking at my legs, horrified. They were hairy—not wolf hairy, but an I-couldn’t-find-my-razor-the-last-six-months hairy. Utterly grossed out, I took a peek at my armpit, jerking away. Oh, that’s just…nasty.” LastsMonthsSixSittingLegsNastySix MonthsVansRazorsGood GodArmpits Author:Kim Harrison
“Can we get back to how we’re going to kill Nick? And what’s this about a dead body? You’d better start talking quick, Ivy, ’cause I’m not going to play hide-and-seek with a dead guy in my trunk. I did that in college, and I’m not going to do it again.” A smile quirked Ivy’s mouth. “Really?” she asked, and I flushed.” PlayBodyGuyCausesTalkingCollegeMouthsGet BackIvyTrunksHide And Seek Author:Kim Harrison