Patricia Briggs (born 1965) is an American writer of fantasy since 1993, and author of the Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series.
Hard truths can be dealt with, triumphed over, but lies will destroy your soul.
Charles preferred his deer to taste like meat and his pancakes to look like pancakes. Brother Wolf thought he was too picky. Brother Wolf was probably right.
Mercy?” “Just a minute,” I told Adam. “I'm in the middle of a revelation.
Coyote never loses. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play. What are the rules of your game?
A dominant wolf's desire to protect was a strong instinct- Samuel was very dominant. Give him an inch, and he's take over the world- my life, if I let him. Mercy
Knowing someone desires you is the greatest aphrodisiac
Bran was the only person I knew who could use words like "blackguard" and make them sound like swear words-but then he could have said "bunny rabbit" in that tone of voice and weaken my spine with the same shiver of fear.
Humans, werewolves, or, apparently, vampire, it doesn't matter; get more than three of them together and the jockeying for power begins.
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.
He loved her beyond all reason and didn't expect her to love him back. He was just waiting for her to wise up.
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.
I can't protect you from knowledge.
Some people are boys longer than others.
I knew he would never leave me, never let me down-because the man had never abandoned anything in his long life. If I hadn’t taken the gold rope of our bond, I knew Adam would have sat on me and hog-tied me with it. I liked that. A lot.
Heart turned to me, his face thoughtful. “Yesterday morning. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days before that. ” He smiled at me. “You were supposed to be the Alpha’s eye candy. ” Adam laughed. “What?” I asked him. “You don’t think I’d be good eye candy?” I looked down at my overalls and grease-stained hands. I’d torn another nail to the quick. “Honey is eye candy,” said Ben apologetically. “You’re. . . just you. ” “Mine,” said Adam, edging between Heart and me. “Mine is what she is.
A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.
You are a sick, sick man,” I told him. “Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.
You’re a dead man,” Kyle said. “Warren doesn’t take kindly to people who hurt me.
Never accept the blame for what evil people do. We are all responsible for our own actions.
When I put magic into a book - whether it's a wizard or a crusty old werewolf - I'm asking a reader to swallow a huge leap that is counter to everything he or she knows. An extra big helping of reality makes that leap go down a lot easier.