My office is trashed,โ he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and took the coffee that I was holding out to him. โWhy are you smiling? My fish are dead.
Kim HarrisonI'll always be here," he said softly. "You can never fill my need, never drive me away, no matter how much you give me. The good or the bad. I'll always be hungry for emotion, always and forever, and I can feel you hurting. I can turn it to joy. If you'll let me.
Kim HarrisonHAPA was like mint. You could rip it up, and six months later, it was back, healthier than ever. Mint smelled better, though, and you could make juleps out of it. I donโt know what I could make out of HAPA. Compost, maybe.
Kim Harrison