Quotes About Patricia Briggs

Maybe I should go back to teaching school about crazy people instead of being one. (Jim Alvin)

She is a black witch," Charles said, equally quietly. "We have always been enemies. For right now, we are aimed at the same target; that is all. If your target is pleasure and you're sure that's what hers is, too, that's fine. Just remember—a black witch doesn't love anything but power.

A couple of months back, our last paper-delivery person met Joel in his tibicena form and refused to come back, which was fair. I didn't know what the newspaper paid its delivery staff, but it wasn't enough to brave a volcano god's demon dog.

Alpha of the Vltava Pack. Been around since the Middle fucking Ages. Apparently a baker-of all the sodding things for a fearsome Alpha to be. We are glad we don't have to tell people our Alpha is a motherehumping baker.

That the feeling I got from them through the pack bonds was eagerness for the hunt was a testimony that all werewolves are crazy.

I'll remember your words," he told her with returned seriousness, though he pictured Anna taking her grandmother's rolling pin after the ghosts who haunted him, and it made him want to...smirk again.

Yes. She had picked out the tiles in the kitchen, hadn't she? I regarded Aiden with a little more favor than I'd felt before.

She slanted a thoughtful look at Bran, who was talking animatedly with my stepfather. My stepfather was a dentist. Bran ruled werewolves. I didn't want to know what they had in common to get that excited about.

Then suddenly Coyote stopped, turned to me, grabbed me by my hands, looked into my eyes, and said, "Her name is Death.

I put my cell phone in my back pocket (a habit that has destroyed two phones so far) and tried to blank my face. It wouldn't help with the werewolves, who would be able to smell my distress, but at least I wouldn't have complete strangers stop and ask me what was wrong.

Sometimes the thought had occurred to me that Adam dressed so civilized in his silk shirts and hand-tailored suits as a shield against the wildness within him.

People I cared about could hurt my feelings, but almost complete strangers? I could care less about what they thought.

The hospital issue was a pale beige color that made my Native-toned skin look greenish.

movement in the small room left him directly between Wellesley and Anna. "She is a baby—and we know

Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.

It hasn't been out in a good long time," said Zee. "It's a little giddy." "Giddy," I said.

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

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.

Renegade Cantrip agents is our working hypothesis

Her pink hair helped her cheerful act—hard to look sad with pink hair—even if her eyes were a little pink, too.

Give that wolf of yours a nudge for me. I do love Russian men.

But helping new wolves through this kind of situation had been one of Samuel's jobs in the pack I'd grown up in.

You don't want me as your mate, Mercy, so why are you miffed that my wolf finally admitted defeat?

Sleeping was not the usual reaction people had when he pointed out that he killed people.