Quotes from Patricia Briggs

Pack is for comfort when you hurt, I thought, putting my head back down. And for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, I appreciated being a part of one.

If it looks like a hallway, feels like a hallway, and acts like a hallway—is it important to figure out that it isn't a hallway?

Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.

I let fall a husky laugh. "You've seen my husband, right?" Adam was gorgeous. "But some nights . . . I'm not on the right side of thirty anymore, you know? Sometimes I'm tired. I just get to sleep, and he's nudging me again." I gave her what I hoped would come out as a shy, hopeful smile. "Do you have anything that might help with that?

Change is neither good nor bad. It's just change. Frightening, but survivable.

If there was such evil in the world, was it possible that there was good, too?

If she kept wondering about how much of her life Bran engineered, she'd end up on a funny farm knitting caps for ducks.

Death is not to be feared. Death is easy. It is living that is brutal.

You cannot look at a person, and say, 'If I could change this or that, if I could pick what I want and discard other things, I could love this one.' Such a love is pale and weak—and doomed to failure.

Mercy?" His voice was very calm, that "people are going to die" calm only he could do. As soon as he started to speak, silence fell behind him because I wasn't the only one who knew that voice.

my grandfather would have loved to have met you," Charles told her huskily. "He would have called you 'She Moves Trees Out of His Path.'" She looked lost, but his da laughed. He'd know the old man, too. "He called me 'He Who Must Run into Trees,'" Charles explained.

I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality.

Werewolves usually have markings that are more doglike than wolflike. I don't know why. Bran, the Marrok, has a splash of white on his tail, as though he'd dipped it in a bucket of paint. I think it's cute—but I'd never had the nerve to tell him so.

I know that, too," he said, his voice tender. "You should know that you can't hide things from me." "Good," I said, my voice fierce. "Good. Then you know, you know I love you.

Yes, well," said his da with a hint of a grow that told him just how worried Bran had been about him, "that'll teach you to dodge a bit quicker next time." "Sorry," he apologized meekly as he sat in the passenger seat. "Good," said Bran, shutting the door gently. "Don't let it happen again." -Bran and Charles

Zealots are one-trick ponies. They love nothing so much as their own cause. Don't get in their way without expecting to be hurt.

A man who will risk nothing for love is not a man

Wizards are a secretive lot.

I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.

Just as I've always known there are monsters in the world, monsters and things even more evil, I've always known that it is God who keeps evil at bay.

His arm pulled her a little off balance, and paradoxically it steadied her at the same time. That was what Charles did to her heart, too. He knocked it off balance into what felt like the right position, a safe place that was still exciting, exhilarating, and terrifying.

She was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that... and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.

Mercy has this ... this uncanny ability to go where the trouble is thickest," Adam told him. He had decided a while ago that it wasn't deliberate, and that it had something to do with being Coyote's daughter. He was pretty sure that Mercy was completely oblivious.

I've heard that Vlad the Impaler established without a doubt that having a stick up one's ass was detrimental to one's health. And I am very interested in keeping you healthy.