Quotes from Patricia Briggs

I have a degree in history, which is one of the reasons I'm an auto mechanic.

He looked down at Anna. "I want you to take Walter and drive to Kennewick, Washington, where my brother is." She folded her arms and gave him her stubborn look. "No. And don't try that again. I felt that push.

This coyote is all better right now. Are you and I going to be friends, wolf?

Never accept the blame for what evil people do. We are all responsible for our own actions.

When's the fight?" I asked, trying to be cool, trying to be a good coyote who lets her mate go out and fight a duel to the death when it hurts him walk. I had to do it, because sobbing and fussing wouldn't change anything except make his job harder.

Anna shook her head. 'Never accept the blame for what evil people do. We are all responsible for our own actions.

Love means leaving yourself vulnerable, knowing that there is someone to catch you when you fall.

bit my tongue. I liked being safe. Being in Adam's arms was safe. Talking to Coyote was anything but—and where was I? I supposed he had a point.

I bit my tongue. I liked being safe. Being in Adam's arms was safe. Talking to Coyote was anything but—and where was I? I supposed he had a point.

Prague was full of my kind of people.

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If it weren't for his tendency to get bored with easy stuff, he'd never have hired me. Then I'd have had to take my liberal arts degree and gotten a job at McDonald's or Burger King like all the rest of the history majors.

And Zee was holed up in the fae reservation in Walla Walla and had been since one of the Gray Lords killed a US senator's son and declared the fae to be a separate and sovereign nation.

She dyed her hair orange, and it has these glittering purple strings in it

He was also bug-nuts.

Anna was pretty sure no one else at the table believed the cold relationship Bran and Leah had was a good thing. It wasn't abusive - not quite. Not physically abusive, anyway. But Anna would have lasted a month, tops, in a relationship where her needs were met with attentive care - and not an ounce of affection.

want to. Adam wasn't angry. He wouldn't hurt me. I let him pull the power of his pack over me like a warm

After the third swallow, he opened his eyes, and they were night-dark velvet. He reached up and grasped Jesse's hand where it lay on his shoulder, but his eyes were on me. "Mercy," he mumbled. "What the hell did you do to my French Roast?

Mr. Francis hired a witch to make a zombie to kill me?

Poor boy, he'd been dead more than three years.

As a kid, glissading down steep, snow-covered mountain slopes had been an upgrade in difficulty and fun to simply sledding.

I know who you mean," Adam said. "And no, you're thinking about Lincoln Thorson. He's still second in the Lincoln, Nebraska, pack—which is why everyone remembers him. This isn't that Lincoln.

But despair was not a synonym for sorrow or regret. Despair was the loss of hope.

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