685 Quotes by Patricia Briggs

I may have bought the business from him, but when we worked together, he still gave the orders. Part of it was habit, I suppose, but a larger part of it was that, though I am a good mechanic, Zee is magic. Literally and figuratively. If it weren’t for his tendency to get bored with easy stuff, he’d never have hired me. Then I’d have had to take my liberal arts degree and gotten a job at McDonald’s or Burger King like all the rest of the history majors.

He had lived a very long time, and only since he gained Anna had he learned to fear. He’d discovered that he had never been brave before – just indifferent. She had taught him that to be brave, you have to fear losing something.

Samuel is going to get you a blanket,” I told him firmly. “And a pillow. You are going to sleep for the day in my closet. Dead people don’t get to stay in my bedroom.

Some wounds need to be pricked so they can drain. Others just need to be left alone.

Yes, sir,” she said, clearly not believing him. He reminded himself that a man’s word didn’t count for much in this modern day.

Why is it that in all the adventure movies the heroine doesn’t have to get up and go to work?

Witchbane,” he said. “Witch’s Spawn.” He grimaced, or maybe he smiled. “Something like that, maybe. I forget.

Beauclaire, for his part, sank back in the soft material of the couch as if the thought that it would impede him should he have to move quickly never occurred to him. I’m not afraid of anyone here, his body posture said. Charles’s – relaxed, arms folded loosely, chin slightly tilted – said, You’re boring me; either fight and die – or back off.

Just then Warren’s breathing, which part of me was listening to with rapt attention, stopped. Adam heard it too, crouching as if there were an enemy in the room. Maybe there was. Death is an enemy, right?