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
boys hair auburn
Her elf is going to do just that,” he said, the red glow of the ever-after sun turning his hair auburn, almost as red as mine. “I did not work this hard at getting her to accept who she is to let you take your spoiled brat of a little-boy temper tantrum out on her. She stays on my side of the lines.
thinking hair tangled
Your hair is a tangled mess,"he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.
moving mirrors hair
He froze as the scent of her hair met him. It was touching his cheek,tickling him. I cant afford this, he thought, but he didnt move, watching her finger trace the new line. "He cracked my mirror,"she said, clearly angry.
hair sweat voice
Rachel,” came a raspy voice from the upper level, and both Trent and I turned. It was Quen, wrapped in a blanket as if it was a death shroud, the black-haired intern at his side, supporting him. His hair was plastered to his skull with sweat, and I could see him wavering as he stood there. “Don’t touch Trenton,” he said, his gravelly voice clear in the hush, “or I’m going to have to come down there…and smack you around.
wine hair hands
With a gentle pressure, our lips met. His hands slipped more firmly about me, and I held myself back, not afraid, but wanting to feel everything slowly as I leaned in, tasting the wine on him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into mine, breathing in our scents that were mingling and changing with the warmth. My hands rose to find his hair, and I relaxed into him as the silky strands brushed through my fingers. I wanted more, and I leaned into him as our lips moved against each other.
people realize war
Every day, people don't realize what the war really means.
hard knew last lost supposedly worked year
We supposedly lost it last year by one or two bands. I knew if we worked hard this year we'd have a chance.
good reason trying
I didn't have a good reason to say no. He was 13 years old, and he was trying to do something so noble.
forward looking proud
It's going to be very, very tough, but I'm looking forward to it at the same time,because he was very proud of what he was doing, and we, of course, were very proud of him.
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 high quarter school sending super work
It is like sending out the quarter back from the Super Bowl to work with the high school team.
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.
either kim picked
My editor picked out the name she wanted. I was either going to be Kim Harrison or Lisa Harrison, because she wanted me shelved right next to Hamilton.