Quotes from Patricia Briggs

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

Let's save tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow.

Women are sneaky.

Things change whether you want them to, or not--unless you are dead. Don't hold so hard to the past that you die with it.

If you could just see your face," she told me. "You look like a cat in a bathtub.

His grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them.

Mercy?" "Just a minute," I told Adam. "I'm in the middle of a revelation.

Bran was always a deceptive bastard, gentle and mild right up until he ripped your throat out. He had many other fine qualities as well.

Don't lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.

You forgot the 'my precious,'" Anna said dryly. "If you want to act like a freaking nutcase, you have to do it right.

Survivors can't always choose their methods.

I like that people can just look at you and know that you are taken, that you are mine." He closed his eyes and laughed. "And yes, I know that sentiment is at the top of the Women's Liberation Movement's list of things not to say to a modern woman.

Some truths are truths, no matter who says them.

There are big bad wolves all over the world who tremble at the sound of his name, yet a little puny coyote girl peanut-buttered the seat of Bran Cornick's car because he told her that she should wear a dress to perform for the pack.

She opened her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his fingers continued playing without pause.

Trying is always enough.

I hope this means you'll quit asking me to kill you. It gives me indigestion.

His brother maintained that what sent people backing away was neither his size nor his mother's blood, but solely the expression on his face. To test Samuel's theory, Charles had tried smiling - and then solemnly reported to Samuel that he had been mistaken. When Charles smiled, he told Samuel, people just ran faster.

Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.

I told them," he said in a clear, carrying voice, "that they should not give someone as old and powerful as I a daughter to love. That it would end badly.

Damn it," I said. "I don't suppose you have any ideas on how to kill Littleton." He smiled at me, his teeth very white in the darkness of his face. "Eat him," he said.

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.

Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice. "Why not an ornament?" "Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And they're... stubbon and hard to move.

She crawled," Ben said. There were tears in his voice. That was wrong. Ben barely even tolerated me on the best of days. "She crawled to the bathroom to clean herself again. If it weren't for the two subs in the pack, I'd be on the bottom. And she wouldn't stand up in my presence for guilt.