What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice."Why not an ornament?" "Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
I told them," he said in a clear, carrying voice, "that they should not give someone as old and powerful as I… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Bran was the only person I knew who could use words like "blackguard" and make them sound like swear words-but then he… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
His voice was soft and sweet as molasses; but my mother once told me that you had to trust that the first… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Adam swore harshly. "New werewolves are dangerous, woman. Especially when they are cold and hungry." He looked at Mac, and his voice… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Drink it,” I told her. “It’s good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I don’t drink it, so I ran over… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Your woman tells me you will hunt me down and eat my marrow while I live." "Did she?" Charles looked at her,… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Do you have any idea how much I love you?” he asked. ”Enough to accept my apologies?” I suggested in a small… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
He stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting. “You need… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
My father would take you wherever you wanted to go," he told her softly. "I was pretty sure I could talk you… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
She crawled,” Ben said. There were tears in his voice. That was wrong. Ben barely even tolerated me on the best of… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Reluctantly, I pulled out my necklace and showed it to them. Samuel frowned. The little figure was stylized; I suppose he couldn't… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Um. Charles thinks that his wolf has chosen me as his mate." "In less than one full day?" It did sound dumb… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“His favorite saying was, 'Interdum feror cupidine partium magnarum europe vincendarum." "'Sometimes I have the urge to conquer large parts of Europe'?" Boyd said,… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
“I break things, a lot of things, but I don’t want one of them to be you.” — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
He was obviously dead. But since he was a vampire that wasn't as hopless a thing as it might have been. — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
“want to. Adam wasn’t angry. He wouldn’t hurt me. I let him pull the power of his pack over me like a warm” — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
“I promise I won't spank you," he told me, his voice rough and low as he added, "not unless you ask me to." I… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
“I paused to pat the truck’s hood gently in apology when someone put his hand on my shoulder. I grabbed the hand and rotated… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
In this dream, I wasn’t a coyote shapeshifter trying to hold a werewolf, I was Coyote’s almost daughter, and I had all the strength… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
“She hit us,” the woman shrieked. That was the gist of it anyway. There were a lot of unladylike words that began with “F,”… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
Charles was most comfortable by himself or, if that wasn't possible, with his pack in the wild. Talking for hours in a crowded auditorium… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
“Beauclaire, for his part, sank back in the soft material of the couch as if the thought that it would impede him should he… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
I am not attempting to preserve culture, or record actual events or stories. Instead I bow my head in gratitude to those storytellers who… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share
