685 Quotes by Patricia Briggs

Coyote’s Daughter,” he said. “We shall sing them to the great death.

When I am with you, my control is shot. I think that’s what you’ve been feeling.

It Wasn’t Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.

Who hurt you?” she asked, slicing through the two other conversations going on at the table. “He’s dead,” said Charles, his hand sliding up Anna’s back reassuringly. “I killed him. If I could, I would bring him back to life so I could kill him again.

Dear God... Please don’t let me end up in a wheelchair again. No broken bones would be a happy bonus, but I’m not expecting you to make up for my stupidity quite so completely... Whatever happens, you don’t let that vampire make it out of here still moving. If he wins, it will be bad news. Any help you can give us will be appreciated. Amen.

I like what you’ve done to your face,” Ben said, tapping his eye.

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.

Over the years, she’d learned not to question him to closely – mostly because he wouldn’t answer her.

Why the rolling pin and not a knife?” he asked, his voice raspy with the need for action. She looked at him for the first time since she’d seen his face on the stairs. “A knife wouldn’t even slow him down, but bones take time to heal.” He liked that. Who’d have thought he’d get turned on by a woman with a rolling pin? “All right,” he said. “All right.