But why allow someone to make a bad choice when a little information might engender a better one? It's hard to wake up and see the sun if the blinds are pulled.
Kim HarrisonRachel?โ came Ivyโs voice from her room. โWhereโs my sword?โ โIn the foyer where you left it last week when the evangelists were canvassing the neighborhood
Kim HarrisonYou need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.
Kim HarrisonHey,โ the other said, coming to life. โYouโre supposed to be in jail.โ Al grinned at him, his white-gloved grip tightening on the wooden handle, which was intricately carved in the shape of a naked, writhing woman. Nice. โAnd your momma wanted you to have a brain,โ he said, yanking the door open and slamming it into the guyโs face.
Kim HarrisonHey!" I exclaimed, seeing the total. "They're charging me retail. Glenn!" I complained. "They can't do that." I shook it at him. "I shouldn't have to pay retail!" "What did you expect? You can keep that. It's your copy." I sat back in a huff and shoved it in my bag with my sticky scarf as he typed his slow, painful way through my report. "Where's this human compassion I keep hearing about?" "That's it, baby doll," he said, voice smoother than usual. He was laughing at me.
Kim Harrison