WHERE DEMONS DARE
KIM HARRISON
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Ebook Edition © September 2008 ISBN: 9780007283286
Version: 2014-08-30
To the guy who knows the more things change, the weirder it gets
Contents
I leaned over the glass counter, squinting at the price of the high-grade redwood rods, safe in their airtight glass coffins like Snow White. The ends of my scarf slipped to block my view, and I tucked them behind my short leather jacket. I had no call to be looking at wands. I didn’t have the money, but more important, I wasn’t shopping for business today—I was shopping for pleasure.
“Rachel?” my mom said from halfway across the store, smiling as she fingered a display of packaged organic herbs. “How about Dorothy? Make Jenks hairy, and he could be Toto.”
“No friggin’