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
reading thought-provoking world
I grew up reading SF in the 70s and 80s, and I like fast, thought-provoking plots that take you places in fully realized worlds.
white black want
There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.
bowl chance high jazz lessons sacrificed school students super
These students have sacrificed so much to be in the jazz program. They have sacrificed time, lessons and finances. Now they are getting a chance to go to the Super Bowl of high school jazz competitions.
als lists looks
No, you just keep crashing my life. Look—" I said, and Al grunted. "Here it comes," the demon muttered. "Listen. Listen to this, runt. She's going to have a list.
witch modern modern-day
Dead Witch Walking is basically a modern-day witch living in Cincinnati.
picnics ends
Like the end of a picnic, all the weenies will be roasted.
savages backyards fairy
All I'd have to do then was roll with the consequences of inviting dewinged, fanged fairies into Trent's backyard. God, they were savage looking. Served him right.
fairy fart sniffing
Have you been sniffing fairy farts?
ex-boyfriend alive rats
Nick as in my former boyfriend Nick. Ex-rat, ex-boyfriend, ex-alive if I ever got hold of him Nick.
going-away demon over-it
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.
purple want shifting
Tell me where you want it,” I said. Minias drew back, his purple robes shifting about his ankles. “You’re asking me?” “Well, unless you want a big R on your forehead.