So, okay, followers, my loveiest of lovelies; can I gush here for a moment?

(warning possible spoilers for last book, so if you haven’t read it, get on that shit)

I . Love. The. Idea. Of. Rachel. And. Al.

Did you see that scene where he was taking care of her after she exaughsted herself making that memory? Did you notice how adorable that little demon could be. It’s so sad how he doesn’t remember what he looked like. It’s so sad how much he really loves her. (also, made me remember that little bit in the book before, where she was making a deal with Nick, and Al saw how she was getting all hot and bothered like a real demon, so he touched her back, and made her shiver? UNNNFFF)

and the mightaswellhavebeensexscene?!?! The fact that she almost killed him means nothing to me. It just makes it that much hotter.

I also, kind of, to a lesser extent, (but not that much lesser) adore her and Trent. THE END OF PALE DEMON. The absolute best. My God. My Ever Loving God.

Just kill me now.

If I could write just one book that makes me fall in love like that. I’d be a happy camper. And I don’t even like camping.

/girly moment.

I encourage you all to share your gushies too~

submit / tell me-ask

Trent? Is that you?

Despite the extremely long time it took for me to finish it, I’m sad that it’s over. And it’s going to take FOREVER to get the next one out. So, I’ll just sit here twittling my thumbs and dreaming about Al and Trent and Pierce and all the things I’d do to them that I can’t say here.

Feel free to submit your own things or tell me your favourite books/quotes/whatevers!

Pierce stood, his face ashen. “Rachel!” he called, cutting through the muusic and catching everyone’s attention. Without missing a beat, the band shifted to “Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong” and the crowd exploded into cheers. I could understand their confusion. Ku’Sox looked like an especially attractive billionaire, rescuing his woman of the week from a lifetime of minimum wage.

Oh Rachel, the messes you get yourself into. I know it’s taking me forever to finish this book. Haven’t had much time to sit down and read lately. :/ 

But you guys feel free to submit your own things or tell me your favourite books/quotes/whatevers!

trulybliss:

Cake// Short Skirt, Long Jacket. Ivy’s theme song.

Jenks whistled softly as she maneuvered gracefully through the throng, ignoring the stares behind her. “the woman needs her own theme music,” he said dryly.

I stood and he took to the air. “Cake. ‘Shirt Skirt, Long Jacket.’”

“That’d do it,” he said as Ivy picked up her briefcase with her laptop in it.

(Source: uncle-iroh, via queenofeden)

as soon as the first hits, I’m ordering the book. so don’t spoil it if you’re a really fast reader.

I’ll give it a couple of weeks before I post anything about the new book, but feel free to submit anything  about any of the series

Anyone going on (to?) the tour? Send us pictures! or we’ll reblog from your tumblrs~

Dates, times, places: (first six days)

Feb 22nd Lansing MI

Schuler Books & Music
2820 Towne Center Blvd
7:00 pm

Feb 23rd Ann Arbor, MI

Borders
3140 Lohr Rd
7:00 pm

Feb 24th Dayton, OH

Books and Co
The Greene Shopping Center
4453 Walnut St
7:00 pm

Feb 25th Cincinnati, OH

Joseph Beth
2692 Madison Rd.
7:00 pm

Feb 26th Lexington, KY

Joseph Beth
161 Lexington Green Circle
2:00 pm (time changed)

March 1st Des Moines

Des Moines Public Library (hosted by Beaverdale Books)
East Side Library
2559 Hubbell Ave
6:30 pm

I’m picturing that scene from Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. Have you been sitting by my mailbox since the moment you hit send? That’s some serious excitement :)

I’m pretty excited. 6 more days! I didn’t pre-order though, did you?

I’m going to nerd out and read it all night.

You have no idea how excited I am. :3

by Kim Harrison

‘Twas the week before Christmas, and up in the Hollows,

Solstice bonfires were burning, to toast the marshmallows.

The pixies were snug in their stump, even Jenks,

Who claimed he was tired, and needed some winks.

So I in my parka, and Ivy in her boots,

Were toasting the season, with thirty-year hooch.

When out in the street, there came such a crash,

I thought that it had to be ‘coons in our trash.

Away to the gate, I trudged through the snow,

While Ivy just said, “If it’s Kist, say hello.”

I lifted the latch, and peered to the street,

My face went quite cold.  We were in it thigh deep.

‘Twas a demon, who stood in the headlamps quite bright,

With his coat of green velvet, and his uncommon height.

His eyes, how they glittered, his teeth how they gnashed,

His voice, how he bellowed, his tongue, how it lashed.

The street wasn’t holy, so on Big Al came,

As he bellowed, and shouted, and called me by name.

“Morgan, you witch.  You’re a pain in my side.

“Get out of your church.  There’s no place to hide!”

Like hell’s fury unleashed, he strode to my door,

Where he hammered and cursed, like a cheap jilted whore.

But Ivy and I, we circled round back,

To stand in the street and prepare for attack.

“You loser,” I shouted.  “I’m waiting for you.”

And the demon, he spun, taking on a red hue.

Ivy stood ready, and I whispered, “Okay …

“If he wants to get rough, I’m ready to play.”

With nary a word, us two girls got to work,

Putting foot into gut, of the soul-sucking jerk.

I circled him quick, with a few words of Latin,

While Ivy distracted him with lots of good wackin’

“Get back!” I yelled out when my trap was complete,

And Ivy somersaulted right over the creep.

My circle sprang up, entrapping him surely,

Al fussed and he fumed, like a demonic fury.

The neighbors all cheered, and came out of their houses,

Where they’d watched the whole thing, like little house mouses.

So Ivy and I, we both bowed real low,

Then banished Big Al, in an overdone show.

But I heard Al exclaim, ‘ere he poofed from our sight

“You won this time witch, but I’ll get you one night!”

Kim Harrison

December 14th