685 Quotes by Patricia Briggs

Truth has many facets. Choose the ones that make her happy to be alive instead of the ones that make her want to smack you.

It would have been humiliating if he hadn’t been clutching me back just as hard.

The cool thing about writing is that there is really never a typical day. Sometimes I get a rhythm going and head off to work every morning and come home at night. Sometimes I’ll write for two days straight and then be utterly blank for the next two.

After I shut the door behind me, I heard Darryl say “of course eating him would work too.

Witches are bitches and they’ll burn your britches sure as kittens have itches if you give’ em half a chance.

You have a real gift for getting into trouble, don’t you? That was one thing I forgot when you left the pack.” “How is any of this my fault?” I asked hotly. He sighed. “I don’t know. Does it matter whose fault it is once you’re sitting in the middle of the frying pan?” He gave me a despairing look. “And as my father used to point out, you find your way into that frying pan way too often for it to be purely accidental.

Like most people who own their own businesses, I work long hours that start early in the morning. So when someone calls me in the middle of the night, they’d better be dying.

Mercy might be mated to Adam, but to his wolf she would always belong to Bran. Would always be his little coyote, who was tough and defiant, raised by a good friend because Bran couldn’t trust his mate with someone he cared about who was more fragile than his grown sons.

Anna came into the bedroom with a big red towel wrapped around herself and nothing else. Her reddish-brown hair was tied up on top of her head, and there was a drop of water on his favorite freckle. They were all his favorite freckles.