Quotes from Patricia Briggs

A stupid ruler is much more of a problem than an insane one.

She sees ghosts," said Samuel, impatient with my whining. "I see dead people," I deadpanned back. Oddly, it was Uncle Mike who laughed. I hadn't thought he'd be a moviegoer.

Bran was stripping her futon down to the bare mattress when she entered her apartment. It was sort of like watching the president mowing the White House lawn or taking out the trash.

The only certainty life contains is death.

Dragons and legends...It would have been difficult for any man not to want to fight beside a dragon.

Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.

Are you going to tell me what that was about?" Adam asked as we went back upstairs. "Sometime," I told him. "When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.

No-pocket jeans are only slightly less irritating than thong underwear.

Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asked. "Enough to accept my apologies?" I suggested in a small voice. "Heck no," he said, and pushed off from the wall, stalking forward. When he reached me, he put his hands up and touched the sides of my neck with the tips of his fingers--as if I were something fragile. "No apologies from you," he told me, his voice soft enough to melt my knees and most of my other parts.

You should be home sleeping. What is the use of having a man in the house, if he cannot take care of you for a while?" "Mmm," I said. "I give up. What's the use of having a man in the house?

He was obviously dead. But since he was a vampire that wasn't as hopeless a thing as it might have been.

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.

He stopped what he was doing and pulled out his magic phone. Okay, the phone wasn't magic, but it does things my computer struggles with.

I woke in the morning to the sound of Adam's stomach growling under my ear. "Sorry," he said. "Too many changes and not enough food." I patted his hard belly and kissed it. "Poor thing," I told it. "Doesn't Adam treat you right? No worries, I'll go feed you." My head bounced when Adam laughed.

If it would benefit you, I would kill every wolf here. But there are things that you need to do -- and interfering with that is not protecting, not in my book. The best way for me to protect you is to encourage you to be able to protect yourself.

She gave Samuel a stern look. "Now, I don't know what's going on between you and my daughter and Adam Hauptman—" "Neither do we," I muttered. Samuel grinned. "We have it pretty well worked out as far as the sex goes—Adam gets it—someday—and I don't. But the rest is still up for negotiation." "Samuel Cornick," I sputtered in disbelief. "That is my mother .

Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.

One of my professors once told me that the last official act of the British monarchy was when Queen Victoria refused to sign a law that made same-sex acts illegal. It would have made me think more highly of her, except the reason she objected was because she didn't believe women would do anything like that. Parliament rewrote the law so it was specific to men, and she signed it. A tribute to enlightenment, Queen Victoria was not. Neither, as I have observed before, are werewolf packs.

Someday, I'm going to meet some supernatural creature who tells me everything I should know up front and in a forthright manner - but I'm not going to hold my breath.

Adam wants to know what took you so long? "Tell him I had wild, passionate sex with a complete stranger.

Adam has always had . . . heroic tendencies." I touched Adam's arm. "He's my hero." There was another pause. . . "That is the most romantic thing I've ever heard you say," Bran said. "Be careful, Adam, or you'll turn her into a real girl." Adam looked at me. "I like her just the way she is, Bran." And he meant it, greasy overalls, broken fingernails, and all.

You can't cage an eagle for long without destroying it.

What would a racist call werewolves? Wargs? She kind of liked that one, but suspected that racist bastards didn't read Tolkien.