Quotes from Patricia Briggs

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

Too much knowledge can make you paranoid all the time

When things started to get dangerous, it was important to have people who knew as much as you did. That way, when you stupidly got yourself killed, someone would have a starting place to look for your murderer.

She'd never have allowed herself to be held by anything as mundane as a few bars and a reinforced door

Why is it that in all the adventure movies the heroine doesn't have to get up and go to work?

Matt Smith?" I said. "Really? You are not the Doctor, Bran. At your age, it is important to keep a lookout for excessive hubris.

It wasn't hard to follow the scent of blood to the living room where the fae had been killed. It had been a violent death, perfect for creating ghosts.

They staggered and stumbled, wounded but triumphant, singing the old Welsh folk song "Ar Lan y Môr." And if there was something odd about returning from battle singing about lilies, rosemary, rocks, and—for some reason he'd never fathomed—eggs, of all things, by the sea, well, then the three of them made it sound pretty good and only he and Beauclaire knew Welsh.

I could hear him laughing. Son of a bit*h. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was coyote or the son of Satan.He was a dead man walking.

Honor, duty, and love. He would not sacrifice Anna for his father and all the other werewolves in existence. Given a choice, he chose love. The decision left him feeling oddly peaceful, if more than a little selfish..

See you tomorrow," he said, instead. "All right." Then, impulsively, I asked, "Do you have a place to sleep tonight?" "Sure," he said with a smile, and started off as if he had somewhere to be. I could have bitten off my tongue because I pushed him into a lie. Once he started lying to me, it would be harder to get him to trust me with the truth. I don't know why it works that way, but it does—at least in my experience.

It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

I blew out a breath, took a couple steps back, and flopped in one of the battered chairs that line the wall, trying, with my casual pose, to defuse the situation. "Adam, I don't have a sense to be afraid of Sam in the state he's in now. I don't know why you think I'd be smart enough to be afraid of you.

My old pastor liked to say that church is a hospital for the sick, not a mausoleum for the saints.

Jones is dead," I promised. "He just doesn't know it yet. But we are patient, we can wait until the time is ripe.

And that, children, is why ultimatums are a bad idea, said a memory speaking in the Marrok's voice.

Then Walter died as he lived, he told his mate. A hero, a soldier, and a survivor who chose to protect what was precious to him. I don't think, if you could ask him, that he would have any regrets.

Kyle took in a breath. "While you were doing freaky stuff with Adam—as fine as he is—did you figure out where he is?" I shook my head, and he sighed. "That's good." I raised my eyebrow. He grinned, tiredly. "That would have been useful, Mercy. And having something freaky and useful would have been too good and sent the spirits of evil gods on our tail." I stared at him.

Witches are bitches and they'll burn your britches sure as kittens have itches if you give' em half a chance.

Over the years, she'd learned not to question him too closely—mostly because he wouldn't answer her.

She was his and he hers.

Kyle blinked. I don't think I've ever seen him quite so … neutral. "You can talk to Adam when he's not in the room, and you don't have a phone?" he asked. I nodded. He closed his eyes, and I could read his expression when he opened them again. "Thank you, dear Lord," he said with relief. "I thought I was going crazy.

Mercedes," said Asil in a cheerful voice. "You are going to get me killed at last. Bran would not do it, but I believe your mate will have no trouble.

his eyes a bright gold. "You need me." He kissed her again, his hands roaming from her jaw down her neck and shoulders. His hips presses forward, and he released her mouth as he slid his body up until his sex pressed, hard and full, against hers. She jerked involuntarily, and he laughed in the same deep way that he had spoken. She growled at him, wolf to wolf. "There you are, there you are," he said. "Are you just going to let me do this alone?