Kim Harrison
Kim Harrison
Kim Harrison is a pen-name of American author Dawn Cook. Under the name of Harrison, she is best known for her Rachel Morgan urban fantasy series set in an alternate history where a worldwide pandemic caused by genetically modified tomatoes led to the death of a large portion of the world's human population. Under the name of Dawn Cook, she is best known for her Decoy Princess and Truth series, published in the first few years of the 21st century...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
CountryUnited States of America
cold hungry holes
I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!
stupid thinking rescue
Maybe he thinks he can rescue me? No one is that stupid.
disguise
Endings are not always bad. Most times they're just beginnings in disguise.
confused stupid passion
I sighed. I hated the maze of bureaucracy with a passion, but I've found the best way to deal with it is to smile and act stupid. That way, no one gets confused.
growing-up growing hard-love
Growing up is hard, love. Otherwise everyone would do it.
kindness people empathy
...treat people with understanding when you can, and fake it when you can't until you do understand.
kids thinking
You think my kids just popped out of the ground?
cheer nice eye
Typical" Kisten said, his eyes dramatically sad. "Try to do something nice for a person, cheer her up, and what do I get? Abused and robbed.
sorry eye trying
Sure am glad I'm not royalty," I muttered. "I wouldn't want to have to bump uglies with someone I can't stand. On a regular basis. And no one else." "Ow!" I exclaimed, trying to yank my fingers from Trent but finding them caught. Then I colored, realizing what I'd said. "Oh… sorry," I stammered, meaning it. "That was insensitive." Trent's frown turned into a sly smirk. "Bump uglies?" he said, eyes on the table behind me. "You are a font of gutter slang, Rachel. We must do this again.
humanity brain sun
that was humanity's problem right there. they are brain damaged from the early sun
white black want
There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.
sweat worst-nightmares magic
I’m your worst nightmare come to walk this side of the lines. I’m an elf, Trent something you’re forgotten how to be. You’re scared of black magic. I can see fear shimmering under your aura like sweat. I live and breathe black magic. I’m so tainted with it that I will use it without thought, without guilt and without hesitation.
nice eye men
Come work for me, and I’ll tell you.” My eyes went to his. “You are a thief, a cheat, a murderer, and a not-nice man,” I said calmly. “I don’t like you.” He shrugged, the motion making him look utterly harmless. “I’m not a thief,” he said. “And I don’t mind manipulating you into working for me when I need it.” He smiled, showing me perfect teeth. “I enjoy it, actually.
jobs soul management
Most of the upper management of I.S. were undead. I always thought it was because the job was easier if you didn't have a soul.