Quotes from Patricia Briggs

Then he'd come back home and found out that war didn't cause fear—love did.

Anna: "I thought Indians built fires with fiction." Charles: "I can do that, but I'd like to eat sometime in the next day or so. Sterno and Bic are much faster.

There isn't a person in this city more dangerous than a wolf whose mate is in danger.

Want to play some Battleship?" I wasn't leaving him alone with that thing in there. Chad armed himself with a notebook, and we went to war. Historically, war has often been used as a distraction for problems at home.

My father would take you wherever you wanted to go," he told her softly. "I was pretty sure I could talk you into staying, but I underestimated how badly hurt I was." "Stupid," she said tartly. He looked up at her, and whatever he saw in her face made him smile, though his voice was serious when he answered her charge. "Yes. You throw my judgement off." -Charles and Anna when he thought she was leaving him and Changed when he was injured

I sat down in the middle. "So," I said to Darryl, "do you think Korra is going to be as good an avatar as Aang?" "Who's Aang?" he asked. "You started him with Korra?" I accused Jesse. "That's not okay. It's like reading the last chapter of the book first.

Apparently deciding Charles's brief introduction wasn't good enough, his brother reintroduced himself. "Dr. Samuel Cornick, elder brother and tormentor. Very nice to meet you, Anna—

I jerked my chin toward Frost's body. 'All that is required for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing.' Hao said, "Life is not safe. A man might spend his whole time on earth staying safe in a basement, and in the end, he still dies like everyone else." Half-naked, covered with the same filth we all were, he still gave the impression of being in control of himself and his environment.

I don't have many friends," I said. "Not 'come over and eat popcorn and watch a stupid movie' friends. You and Warren are sort of it." I don't have many girlfriends. My work isn't conducive to meeting other women. "Pretty sad," Kyle commented. Then he said, "You and Warren are the only people I eat popcorn with, too.

You'd tell the world what your best friend wore to sleep if you thought it made a good enough story.

In this dream, I wasn't a coyote shapeshifter trying to hold a werewolf, I was Coyote's almost daughter, and I had all the strength of the world in my arms.

He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.

If I ever become a serial murderer, I'll be very careful to kill people in a pattern that centres around a police station - and not my home or work.

Truth is without flourishes or manners and runs with a logic all its own.

Asil has appointed himself my guardian?" asked Charles softly. Asil was overstepping himself. "He was bored, he told me," said his father. He gave Charles a small smile. "I have given him a job so he doesn't get bored again.

The Arabians might not suit you; they don't suit everyone. They are like cats: vain, beautiful, and intelligent. But you deal well enough with Asil, who is also vain, beautiful, and intelligent.

Warren made a noise, the first one I'd heard out of him since we'd come into the room. I'd have been happier if he hadn't sounded scared. "Easy, Warren," Adam told him. "You're safe here." "If you die on us, you won't be," said Kyle with a growl that would have done credit to any of the werewolves in the room.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Stuff that. I'll write a doctoral thesis. Then I can go do what most of the other people with doctoral degrees in anthropology do." "What's that?" asked Calvin. "You don't need to encourage her," said Adam seriously, but his eyes laughed at me. "The same thing that people with degrees in history do," I said. "Fix cars or serve frnech fries and bad hamburgers.

Crep, strep, venefica est mortua ...

There was I thinking being a shifter had its upsides. Looks like I was wrong.

Bran nodded at Charles. Charles looked at the prisoners and smiled. Asil had practiced in a mirror, trying to get that smile. His own were very good, but he hadn't gotten quite the same "I'd rather rip you to little pieces, but my father says I can't—yet" effect. Asil was better at the "I'm crazy, and you are about to die.

She tried to imagine what Charles would do if another man came up to him and said, "You bring me joy.

The snarl didn't make Adam's too-handsome features less handsome, but it would probably have scared anyone else. Me? I think I have some kind of subliminal death wish because Adam's anger makes me go weak at the knees, and not in a terrified sort of way.

This was not a man who wanted to give up his mate. This was a man trying to do the honorable thing—and give her a choice, no matter hiw much it cost him.