Quotes from Patricia Briggs

Argued with your back-fence neighbor," Adam said, his voice very gentle. "And watched him when he wasn't looking," I agreed. "Because every once in a while, especially after a full moon hunt, he'd forget that I could see in the dark, and he'd run around naked in the backyard." He laughed silently. "I never forgot you could see in the dark," he admitted.

Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team.

People who say that vampires don't care about anyone except themselves are mostly right—but sometimes they are very and lethally wrong.

We're the good guys. That we're scary doesn't mean we're the villains.

Holy Avon, Batman, I thought as worry relaxed into annoyance-tinged humor, I've been attacked by a multilevel marketer.

She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.

She had no idea who the dagos were. Her racist vocabulary obviously needed work. What would a racist call werewolves? Wargs? She kind of liked that one, but suspected that racist bastards didn't read Tolkien.

He was a better fighter than I was, but he wasn't faster than me. Nor was he as motivated, and I think he underestimated me. He thought he was fighting a girl with a stick when he was fighting Adam's mate, Coyote's daughter, armed with Lugh's staff.

Congratulations, Christy. You just met one of the weird things in the world that don't fit neatly into the fae or werewolf category." "Weird like you," said Christy. "Well, yes," I agreed. "I thought that went without saying. Weird things like me.

I'm a coyote shapeshifter playing in a world of werewolves and vampires--outmatched is an understatement.

If you don't stop playing with that dress, I'm going to rip it right off of you, and we won't be heading for dinner.

Charles was most comfortable by himself or, if that wasn't possible, with his pack in the wild. Talking for hours in a crowded auditorium was not on any list of things he enjoyed—or things he was good at. At least no one had died. Yet.

Illegitimis nil carborundum.

The best way for me to protect you is to encourage you to be able to protect yourself.

Most of the pack would rather have Darryl mad at them than Auriele.

Shame is...not a productive emotion," Charles told her. There was a funny little pause when he tilted his head to look at her face and then away. "Brother Wolf liked claiming you in front of the others so that there will be no question who you belong to. While I... I regret your embarrassment but otherwise I agree with Brother Wolf.

I borrowed a hammer and the garage and disposed of both phones. I was pretty sure that I could have just pulled the batteries, but pretty sure wasn't good enough, so I used a hammer.

Wizards don't all look alike.

Honey, ... When a wolf watches a lamb, he's not thinking about the lamb's mommy.

Adam decided that since I was going to keep getting into trouble, the only thing he could so was try to ensure I could get myself out of it, too.

It was unsettling to be in love with someone who looked like the face in her nightmares.

Did you find out if they found out anything about them?" I asked. Kyle gave me a look, then busied himself making me a peanut butter and huckleberry jelly sandwich. "What really bothers me is that I understood that question. You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.

All Adam needed was an answer, and 'no' would have worked just as well to set the pack back in order. I agreed because...because he's Adam. Mine, whispered a voice in my head, but I was pretty sure it was my own voice.

Tis the gift to be gentle, 'tis the gift to be fair, 'Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.