“From somewhere above me, there was an irritated hiss. ‘Food.’ I strained my head upwards. ‘Hi, Brutus.’ His yellow eyes stared down… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“Afford me a very enjoyable view of his arse, which was a particularly tight and well-rounded specimen. He might have had a… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“You should count yourself lucky,’ she grinned. ‘I’m far too much like hard work.’ It was on the tip of Winter’s tongue… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“Harold,’ I called. ‘Harold! It’s Ivy from down the hall.’ The cat didn’t answer. Perhaps I was being too familiar with the… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“Pet,’ Brutus repeated. ‘Bitch.’ ‘Don’t be offended,’ I said. ‘He calls everyone that.’ I winked at Brutus” — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“From somewhere above me, there was an irritated hiss. ‘Food.’ I strained my head upwards. ‘Hi, Brutus.’ His yellow eyes stared down at me,… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“Death is quick. It’s the end. And everyone dies. It’s not punishment because it’s inevitable.’ Bob” — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“Afford me a very enjoyable view of his arse, which was a particularly tight and well-rounded specimen. He might have had a rod jammed… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“There was a brief mutter from underneath the table. ‘Thank fuck,’ Brutus said. ‘We need to depart this hellhole tout suite.’ I started and… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“I abandoned the plan to make millions from the spell when I realised that people would finally realise their cats are selfish little bastards… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“soft and sweet to look at with a prickly personality and a streak of defiant personality. I smirked. Kitten. It suited her.” — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“I pulled out, making the driver in the battered BMW coming up behind me gesture in my direction with an angry scowl. Now, now.… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“I don't think I'm in love with you; I know I'm in love with you. We have nothing in common, but I don't think… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“You should count yourself lucky,’ she grinned. ‘I’m far too much like hard work.’ It was on the tip of Winter’s tongue to tell… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“Thank fuck,’ Brutus said. ‘We need to depart this hellhole tout suite.” — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“Harold,’ I called. ‘Harold! It’s Ivy from down the hall.’ The cat didn’t answer. Perhaps I was being too familiar with the familiar. I… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
“Herblorists enjoyed long-winded arguments about which type of salt was most effective. I had heard that the Order even employed a selmelier, like a… — Helen Harper Copy Share Image
