Glenn Rachel Morgan Stuffed Rat Quotes

Money in hand, I glanced up to find Glenn eyeing a rack of stuffed rats. As the salesman rang up my purchase, Glenn leaned close and, still staring at the rats, whispered, "What are those used for?"
"I have no idea." I got my receipt and jammed everything in my bag…

Glenn surprised me by opening the car door for me, and as I settled in the seat, he leaned against the frame of the open window. "I'll be right back," he said, and strode inside. He was out in a moment with a small white bag. I watched him cross in front of the car - wondering. Timing himself between the traffic, he opened the door and slid in behind the wheel.

"Well?" I asked as he set the package between us. "What did you get?" Glenn started the car and pulled out into traffic. "A stuffed rat."

"Oh," I said, surprised. What the devil was he going to do with it? Even I didn't know what it was for. I was dying to ask all the way to the FIB building but managed to keep my mouth shut even as we slipped into the cold shade of their underground parking. ~ Kim Harrison

Pierce took a step back to put more space between us. "I demanded too much," he said, his sadness at himself, not me. "I see in your heart you found someone who makes you strong who does not hold too tight, who has learned that the pain of losing you to fate is more than the pain of you dying in a cage. Who is he? ~ Kim Harrison

My pitch is off here and there, and my vibrato isn't quite what it used to be, but I'm lost in a land of wishing stars and lemon drops and dreams that really do come true. Slowly, bit by bit, as the music rises and falls, pieces of my soul I didn't even know were missing fit themselves back together. ~ Rachel Morgan

Small steps could make large journeys, if admittedly very slow ones. ~ Kim Harrison

Trent nodded, that same tight look about his jaw. "It would have worked except for one thing," he said, and Wayde looked up.
"What's that?" he asked blearily.
Silent, Trent stared at me while my heart hammered, once, twice, three times. "She's got friends," he finally said. ~ Kim Harrison

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

Is that what you were doing in my room?" he asks after a moment.
I sigh. Why am I telling him any of this? "Yes. I was on assignment."
"I was your assignment?"
"Yes."
He hesitates a moment, then grins. "That's kind of hot. ~ Rachel Morgan

The awkward moment in which I discover that both my wife and my sister have made out with the same guy. ~ Rachel Morgan

They walk slowly toward each other, their gazes locked, as if they exist in their own world oblivious to the rest of us. ~ Rachel Morgan

When historians of early America turned from the pursuit of past politics, they devised a category known in the academy as 'social and intellectual history.' In it, they stuffed nearly everything except politics on the assumption, which the anthropologists assured them was correct, that it would all fit together. Somehow it did not. ~ Edmund Morgan

Did you really think I wouldn't look for you?"
"Honestly? Yes. You seemed a little busy losing your tongue down someone else's throat. ~ Rachel Morgan

Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space. ~ Kim Harrison

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust. ~ Kim Harrison

And then I'm dancing, swept away by the music and the magic and Ryn's arms guiding me. We spin graceful circles around the floor. Ryn lets go of me and I twirl beneath his arm, laughing at the same time. It is so not me, and yet I find I'm actually enjoying it.
"See?" Ryn says, "This is easy. And you might possibly be having fun."
The magic guides me as I step out of Ryn's arms, twirl behind his back, and catch his hand. "You might possibly be right."
He pulls me back into position. "Oh, I forgot to tell you something," he says. He leans forward and his lips brush my ear as he whispers, "You are more beautiful than any other girl in this room. ~ Rachel Morgan

Al was cruel, vindictive, angry, elegant, powerful. He gave me strength, he gave me wisdom, not only about magic, but about myself. He was a lot like Trent, only harsher around the edges. ~ Kim Harrison

I put my hands on my hips. "What's wrong with the way I look?"
"Come on, Vi," he says, keeping his voice low. "You just need to add your boots and you're like the forest version of Lara Croft."
"Excuse me? Lara who?"
"I mean, it's really sexy and everything." He pulls me closer and slips his arms around my waist. "But it's not exactly the way I'd want you to meet my mom. ~ Rachel Morgan

Trent, is this a date?"
He didn't reach for the key still in the ignition. "You never told me how your car got impounded."
"Is this a date?" I asked again, more stridently.
Silent, he sat there, his hands on the wheel as he stared at the front door and the neon bowling pins flashing on and off. "I want it to be. ~ Kim Harrison

You're not the kind of person to just randomly fall in love. You're way too . . ."
My eyes shoot to his. "Too what?"
"Well, you know, emotionally closed off."
"I will emotionally close off every orifice in your face if you don't shut up about this right now. ~ Rachel Morgan

People were always pointing the finger at the fast food industry. And I was a big fan of personal responsibility - you know, no one is forcing you to eat. We're not geese being stuffed with corn. ~ Morgan Spurlock

Sloane got strangely competitive when there were stuffed-animal prizes involved). ~ Morgan Matson

But a slow, deeply satisfied smile came over him, and his breath quickened. 'So softly it starts,' he whispered. 'Foolishly clever and with an unsurvivable trust. It just saved your miserable life, that questionable show of thought, my itchy-witch.' Al's smile shifted, becoming lighter. 'And now you will live to possibly regret it. ~ Kim Harrison

I'm staying right here," grumbled the rat. "I haven't the slightest interest in fairs."
"That's because you've never been to one," remarked the old sheep . "A fair is a rat's paradise. Everybody spills food at a fair. A rat can creep out late at night and have a feast. In the horse barn you will find oats that the trotters and pacers have spilled. In the trampled grass of the infield you will find old discarded lunch boxes containing the foul remains of peanut butter sandwiches, hard-boiled eggs, cracker crumbs, bits of doughnuts, and particles of cheese. In the hard-packed dirt of the midway, after the glaring lights are out and the people have gone home to bed, you will find a veritable treasure of popcorn fragments, frozen custard dribblings, candied apples abandoned by tired children, sugar fluff crystals, salted almonds, popsicles,partially gnawed ice cream cones,and the wooden sticks of lollypops. Everywhere is loot for a rat--in tents, in booths, in hay lofts--why, a fair has enough disgusting leftover food to satisfy a whole army of rats."
Templeton's eyes were blazing.
" Is this true?" he asked. "Is this appetizing yarn of yours true? I like high living, and what you say tempts me."
"It is true," said the old sheep. "Go to the Fair Templeton. You will find that the conditions at a fair will surpass your wildest dreams. Buckets with sour mash sticking to them, tin cans containing particles of tuna fish, greasy bags stuffed with rotten..."
"T ~ E.B. White

Trent had been ready to kill that man to protect me. I had seen it in his eyes. I was damn sure I wasn't comfortable with that - not when I knew how badly he wanted to differentiate himself from his father. ~ Kim Harrison

Listen to me, Cammie. There are things in this life ... in this world ... There are things that you don't want to remember. - Rachel Morgan ~ Ally Carter

Rachel ... I can still smell me thick on you. You're like a big chocolate-chip cookie sitting all alone on an empty table. And when you get all agitated, it's as if you just came out of the oven, all warm and gooey. I haven't had a cookie in three years. Could you just calm down so you don't smell so damn good? ~ Kim Harrison

Seeing him standing there in his boxers and hoodie with sticking-up hair, one sock pulled up to his calf, the other scrunched around his ankle, and his glasses just a tiny bit skew, my wildly beating heart falls in love with him all over again. ~ Rachel Morgan

Hate is all that keeps us alive when love is gone. You're almost there. Not quite ready to let it go yet. ~ Kim Harrison

Whoa, this isn't the Training Center, you know," I tell him. "There's a certain level of clothing etiquette in this house, and you're currently violating it."
He reaches for his jacket. "I believe you're the one who tore my clothes off in the first place, and now you're complaining?"
"Trust me, there was no tearing involved. You'll have to get that fantasy fulfilled somewhere else. ~ Rachel Morgan

Creepy Hollow?" He snorts. "Like Sleepy Hollow?"
"No, like Creepy Hollow. It has nothing to do with sleeping. ~ Rachel Morgan

You guys dated, didn't you?"
"Are you insane? Not even if the continuation of our kind depended on it would I be tempted to do something so awful. ~ Rachel Morgan

He wanted that again, that feeling of standing with her against all odds and succeeding. He wanted it so bad, he was going to risk destroying everything he and his father had worked for. ~ Kim Harrison

I really didn't have a choice. It wasn't as if Kotex made a pad for this kind of a thing. ~ Kim Harrison

Whatever game you're playing, you're going to lose," he whispers. "And I'll be right there to rub your nose in it when it happens."
"Great. Well, at least I have something to look forward to." I cross my arms. "Now why don't you go parade your lack of dignity somewhere else? ~ Rachel Morgan

Double damn. I was a harlot. I was a freaking vampire hussy. ~ Kim Harrison

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. ~ Kim Harrison

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

Pierce made a calculating noise, accidentally brushing my knee as he shifted. "As Jenks would say, you snore nice."
I smiled back unconvincingly. I snore nice. Not "I opine that your auditory nasal exhalations are most pleasing. ~ Kim Harrison