Kim Harrison Series Novels & Stories

Harrison Hux's involvement in the death of his former secret lover, Miss Luciana Edith. 'There is not much information we can get about who Miss Luciana Edith really is now. But what is now being investigated is the involvement of Mr. Harrison Hux as well as Miss Felicity Rey, in the plot to murder Miss Luciana Edith who is known to have died almost two years ago. All this is simply unbelievable coming from Harrison and Felicity.'

"Sebastian, there’s no one here! Where is Harrison?" Sebastian walked over and gently explained, “Caitlin, actually, this was Brian Lee’s home. Harrison lived here for three years. Brian Lee was a chemist. He had no children of his own and adopted Harrison. Harrison took his surname and became Harrison Lee. He spent three years here, and those were good years for him.” “Unfortunately…” “Unfortunately what? Keep going!” Caitlin gripped Sebastian’s arm tightly, her fingers trembling as she tried to keep her emotions in check. She didn’t want any more twists or obstacles on her journey to find her brother.

"I served my sentence in South City's Third Prison and was just recently released." "I..." Harrison froze in place the moment he heard Liam’s answer. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. "Honey, what’s wrong?" Seeing this, Susan’s face filled with concern, thinking something had happened to Harrison. "Once known as Grandmaster Burrey in South City’s Third Prison…" After a long pause, a bitter smile spread across Harrison’s face. "So close, yet so far. It turns out, the divine doctor we’ve been desperately searching for in South City has already extended a helping hand to us!"

The kind of certainty that either comes from years of experience or from knowing exactly how much ammunition the other side is holding. “Of course,” I said. She nodded once and walked back toward the sitting room. Damien appeared from the kitchen corridor with a coffee cup, watching her go with careful eyes. “She was on the phone before Harrison,” he said quietly. “Before his team even called him.” He glanced at me sideways. “Figured you should know.” I stored that information away without saying a word back. Harrison came out of his study at half past nine. He looked like a man who had been putting out fires since before sunrise, completely in control on the surface but running on something

"My name is Harrison," he began, his voice barely a rasp. "Harrison Fabian. I am an attorney... or I was. I served as the personal lawyer for Alexander Hemsworth. The late Alexander Hemsworth." Harrison shifted in his chair, his oversized suit jacket bunching up around his neck as if it were trying to swallow him whole. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in weeks, his skin sallow and his wobbly head trembling with a frantic, internal vibration.

Done with crying and done with waiting for someone to tell me the truth and done with measuring every interaction against what I wanted it to mean instead of what it actually was. I thought about what I had. The document. That was leverage, maybe, or evidence, or both depending on who I showed it to. Harrison's secret. My mother's last words, delivered in a room that smelled like antiseptic and finality. Harrison killed Kai's mother. Darius covered it up. Mutual destruction keeping them both locked in place. That was a weapon if I ever figured out how to hold it properly. My own firsthand knowledge of how Silvercrest operated from the inside. The training, the council, the factions, the tens

A bad premonition surged in Queenie’s heart. “Harvey, we have interrogated Harrison long ago. We even used a truth serum on him, but it turns out that he has nothing to do with these things. “He was simply wronged, and he didn’t know who was the one behind the scenes.” Quinton York could not help but defend Harrison. Harvey smiled and said, “I believe he was wronged. Since he didn’t do this, then it’s useless to use truth serum on him. “But it’s still uncertain whether he really knows who is the mastermind behind all this, or not.

Damian steps forward, shielding me. "Mr. Harrison , I beg you…this isn't…" "I just want to talk," Mr. Harrison holds up his hands, placating. "Please, just... one minute." Damian looks at me for approval, and I nod. Mr. Harrison approaches me, his eyes red-rimmed and exhausted. "Dr. Hart, we read about the divorce, the baby. We thought you were just another rich doctor covering up mistakes. But if what your lawyer says is true…"

But if they’d learn to just shut up and listen to what the animals were trying to tell us, they’d understand it too. “Good afternoon, Dr. Harris,” Kim says with a wave, slowly getting off the porch swing. She’s moving slower than normal today, with dark bags under her eyes that seem to get worse every time I see her, making me wonder if she’s not in remission as she told me a few months ago. “Busy day?” “Isn’t it always?” I reply and walk halfway up the sidewalk, waiting for Kim to join us so I can hand her the latte. “How’s he doing today?” I ask, knowing Kim knows exactly which horse I’m referring to.

FLYNN'S POV Harrison let himself in at seven with Korean food and something tucked under his arm that he set on my kitchen counter without comment before opening the containers. I looked at the two cream envelopes. "No," I said. "You haven't opened them yet." "I don't need to open them. I saw your schedule on my email" Harrison pulled out two chopsticks and handed me one. "Sit down." I sat. He served the food with the practiced efficiency of a man who had been eating in my kitchen for fifteen years and had stopped asking which container I wanted because he already knew.