A Fistful of Charms
Contents ( 44)
- KIM HARRISON
- A FISTFUL OF CHARMS
- Contents
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Frightfully good praise for KIM HARRISON’s previous Rachel Morgan novels
- Books by Kim Harrison
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
KIM HARRISON
A FISTFUL OF CHARMS
To the man who invariably says, “Really? Okay,” instead of, “You want to do what?”
Contents
One
The solid thud of David’s car door shutting echoed off…
Two
Dappled patterns of afternoon light sifted over my gloved hands…
Three
The coffee in my cup was cold, which I didn’t…
Four
I held up the black lace top in consideration. Sighing,…
Five
I looked up when the soft conversation in the sanctuary…
Six
The harsh smell of low-grade yarn dye didn’t mix well…
Seven
I took a shaky breath and reached for the counter.
Eight
“For the love of Tink,” Jenks muttered, angling another one…
Nine
Humming nervously, Jenks put the jar of honey in the…
Ten
“He’s fine,” I said into my cell phone, stomach tight…
Eleven
The wind was bitter despite the bright morning sun, and…
Twelve
I didn’t like the cold. I didn’t like the feeling…
Thirteen
As we jostled down the shaded road, the wind from…
Fourteen
Little sun made it past the fragile spring leaves, and…
Fifteen
My pace wasn’t smooth in any sense of the word,…
Sixteen
I had scrambled back to sit with Nick, worried at…
Seventeen
Squinting into the wind, I sat on the copilot’s chair…
Eighteen
“Good God,” I whispered, sitting on the van’s cot and…
Nineteen
Eyes on the rearview mirror, Ivy eased the van to…
Twenty
I jerked when Nick suddenly appeared at the table. His…
Twenty-one
The scent of cinnamon and cloves was thick in the…
Twenty-two
Miserable, I wouldn’t leave the van, afraid if I saw…
Twenty-three
I was moving, and it was confusing the hell out…
Twenty-four
“Jenks, stop picking everything up before you break something,” I…
Twenty-five
The wind was whipping the decorative flags at the archway…
Twenty-six
The hamburger place was busy with kids, moms, and teenagers…
Twenty-seven
It was one of the oddest charm outlets I had…
Twenty-eight
There was an unfamiliar car next to Nick’s dented pickup…
Twenty-nine
“Ivy—”
Thirty
Motions steady, I massaged my stuck index finger for the…
Thirty-one
Ivy stood just outside the bathroom, wrapped in a white…
Thirty-two
A witch, a vampire, and a pixy walk into a…
Thirty-three
So this is what it feels like to be a…
Thirty-four
“Rachel!” Jenks cried, and I realized he was with me.
Thirty-five
My boot heel slipped on the uneven sidewalk, and the…
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Praise
Other Books by Kim Harrison
Copyright
About the Publisher
One
The solid thud of David’s car door shutting echoed off the stone face of the eight-story building we had parked beside. Leaning against the gray sports car, I shaded my eyes and squinted up at its aged and architecturally beautiful columns and fluted sills. The uppermost floor was golden in the setting sun, but here at street level we were in a chill shadow. Cincinnati had a handful of such landmark buildings, most abandoned, as this one appeared to be.