Quotes from Patricia Briggs

There's a lot of truth in the adage that all cars named after animals are lemons.

We hadn't brought a tent. Even if it rained, we couldn't afford to blind ourselves like that when we slept.

already knew the ending, I didn't feel

Usually I was among the first to go--due to my special high-value target status as She Who Makes Treats as Soon as She Dies.

It's just I," I told him, more pedantic than usual because I was scared.

Adam knew of three werewolves who had been witchborn. They were the three most dangerous and powerful werewolves in the world

Like a flytrap," Ben said, hesitating before he entered the foyer. "You know—open maw to sucker the flies inside." "Thanks for that," I said, and he grinned, though he didn't look any less spooked.

Bosses need to jump in the outhouse with the grunts occasionally. It's good for morale.

A beast feels no remorse for the past nor hope for the future.

There are three groups of old car enthusiasts: people who think a car should be left as much original as possible; the ones who restore it better than factory; and the people who gut them and replace the brakes, engine, and suspension with more modern equipment.

Shisei kai kan is an oddball form of karate Sensei likes to call "reach out and break someone.

Even if he's quite mad north-northwest. At least the wind is usually southerly.

He bowed her head, working his hands; then he turned and started walking backwards again, facing her. Anna followed, keeping a sharp eye out for things he might back into or over. She wondered is Isaac did this all the time – and, if so, how he avoided getting photos in the paper with captions like "Local Alpha Trips over Child" or "Wolf Versus Street Sign, Street Sign Wins.

And there were fringe benefits to following Charles around - the view for one.

Tag said solemnly, "You can feed your wallet, or you can feed your soul, but you seldom can do both at the same time.

Maybe as many as two thousand in the US, five or six hundred in Canada, and about four hundred in Mexico.

Remember the story of Beauty and the Beast?" remarked Asil gently. "Go ahead. Take that little bloom. See what happens." "'Beauty and the Beast' is a French fairy tale and you are a mere Spaniard

Siebold Adelbertsmiter, my former boss, is an old fae, a metalworker, which is unusual for the fae who mostly can't handle cold iron. He calls himself a gremlin, though he is a lot older than the name, coined by flyboys in WWI. I have a degree in history, so I know useless things like that.

They were surrounded by mountains and forest. There were no nearby houses. The closest neighbor was a half mile away.

Unlike human fights -- or even werewolf fights -- vampire fights could take a long time. Not breathing, not needing a beating heart meant that a vampire was dangerous long after a werewolf would be unconscious. It takes a great deal of damage to make a vampire lose consciousness.

Shut up," I said fiercely and very quietly because the sound of his voice sent sharp, arcing lightning rods of pain from my eyes all the way through my skull.

He did not except the fire to destroy everything they hadn't found.

His voice was soft and sweet as molasses; but my mother once told me that you had to trust that the first thing out of a person's mouth was truth. After they have a chance to think about it, they'll change what they say to be more socially acceptable, something they think you'll be happier with, something that will get the results they want.

need me to make sure she has enough food or a place to live—that is my privilege, but she doesn't need me to do that. She doesn't need me to keep her safe or to make her a whole person. She doesn't need me to do anything except love her. Which I do.