Frases de Kim Harrison

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“Una persona no puede hacer nada, Rache, pero dos pueden mover el mundo.”

“Lo siento.
Takata me miró a los ojos con el ceño fruncido.
-Tú padre siempre me dijo que yo era un cabrón egoísta. Y tenía razón.
-Tú das algo-dije suavemente-. Lo que pasa es que lo entregas a los extraños por miedo a que, si se los das a las personas que amas, lo puedan rechazar.”

“Por las bragas de Campanita!”

“¿Quieres saber lo que significa tener hijos?-le dije mientras se sentaba-. Pues significa que a veces tienes que dejar que tu hija haga cosas que te parecen estúpidas, confiando en que, el hecho de que tú no seas capaz de hacerlas no quiere decir que ella tampoco. Que tal vez ella es lo suficientemente sensata como para salir del embrollo en que se ha metido.”

“No dejaré que me capture-le respondí-. Lucharé hasta que no pueda más. Si muero, te quedarás así para siempre.
Su sonrisa se ensanchó.
-No morirás-respondió con una mueca.
-¿Por qué? ¿Porque tú estás conmigo?
-Vaya, por fin lo has aprendido.”

“A veces se necesita que te den un buen golpe en la cabeza para darte cuenta de que lo que siempre has deseado no era lo que más te convenía.”

“Tómate tu tiempo-dije con ligereza, cabreada y nerviosa a la vez.
-Jenks y yo vamos a recurrir al plan B.
-¿El plan B?-dijo Ivy-. ¿Cuál es el plan B?
Jenks se puso rojo.
-Coge el pez y sal pitando.”

“¿Tengo que hacer la pregunta adecuada?-pregunté.
Él negó con la cabeza.
-No existe ninguna pregunta. Lo único que cuenta es lo que ves con tus propios ojos.”

“El vivir una mentira podía desgarrarte de una forma brutal y hacerte perder el control en el momento más inesperado.”

“Rachel, my itchy witch," Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. "We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?”

“You bet your Grannie's Panties I will.”

“Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles.

“Thank you, Rachel,” he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened.

“Welcome back, my itchy witch.”

“His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe.

He was mine.”

“Good God, Rachel, cant you go five minutes… sweet sticky hell on a stick!' the demon exclaimed, his thoughts reeling from anger to concern as he realized I was hopped up on something.”

“It is not always what we do, Sa'han, but who we love that makes us who we are. Quen”

“You have such interesting thoughts. No wonder witches are ephemeral. You drive yourself crazy. You should simply do what you want without the soul-searching. It will be easier in the long run, Rachel Mariana Morgan.”

“Al's voice was faint but resolute. "Stand up. Try to look sexy."

"In a bedsheet?" I complained, running my hands down it. "How can I look sexy in a bedsheet?" He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. "Never mind.”

“Having been a demon curse, however brief, should leave a mark. A streak of silver hair, or bewitching eyes. Maybe crows on one's roof or a hound from hell at your heel. Blowing out my breath I stood and squinted at my reflection. A black eye. Swell.”

“Memories of ice and Trent surfaced, and I wrapped my arms around my middle. I had saved him, and he had saved me. What was wrong with us?”

“Five trolls in a dra-a-a-a-ag,' the four-inch man sang from my shoulder. 'Four purple condoms, three French ticklers, two horny vamps and a succubus in the snow.”

“Bug? You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you? Call me a bug! Rachel, let me do him now.”

“I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always.”

“Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn't expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky.”

“Being poor is not an indication of potential or worth. It’s a lack of resources.”

“The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.”

“He's going to hurt you," Al said, looking at Pierce. "I can take care of you, teach you to survive. Be there for you, even if you do hate me."
I shivered. "I don't want him," I said, and Al turned away, seeming smaller somehow.”

“… Ivy’s COOK THE STEAK, DON’T STAKE THE COOK apron…”

“Come on, Rachel!" Jenks shrilled. "You're a badass, not a bad witch!”

“No one wears buckles anymore, and I decided to get him some real boots next winter solstice.”

“Avoiding me, Quen downed a swallow of wine. "Trent is a fine young man," he said, watching the remaining wine swirl.

"Yes… " I drawled, cautiously. "If you can call a drug lord and outlawed-medicine manufacturer a fine young man.”

“Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.”

“Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.”

“You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.”

“His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he’d tell me Ivy had it.”

“Maybe if I didn't say anything about what happened, we could get back to the way we were. Ignoring a problem was a perfectly acceptable way to deal with it, as long as both people agree never to bring it up again.”

“She reeked of tenure”

“The cookie maker needs someone to look out for him.”