Patricia Briggs

I can't protect you from knowledge.

— Patricia Briggs

Wizards don't all look alike.

— Patricia Briggs

Sometimes broken people stay broken.

— Patricia Briggs

Much awkwardness ensued.

— Patricia Briggs

Trying is always enough.

— Patricia Briggs

“Women are sneaky.”

— Patricia Briggs

“ Illegitimis nil carborundum. ”

— Patricia Briggs

Mine, ... Mine is what she is.

— Patricia Briggs

I was talking cannibalism, not romance.

— Patricia Briggs

You cannot sacrifice the world for your children.

— Patricia Briggs

Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach.

— Patricia Briggs

“This place looks like the last scene in Hamlet.”

— Patricia Briggs

Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.

— Patricia Briggs

Survivors can't always choose their methods.

— Patricia Briggs

Knowledge is a better weapon than a sword.

— Patricia Briggs

“Crep, strep, venefica est mortua ...”

— Patricia Briggs

“ I need you to survive , he answered me without speaking, without looking at me. I need to know you survive. ”

— Patricia Briggs

The best way for me to protect you is to encourage you to be able to protect yourself.

— Patricia Briggs

“She opened her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his fingers continued playing without pause.”

— Patricia Briggs

She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime…

— Patricia Briggs

I hope this means you'll quit asking me to kill you. It gives me indigestion.

— Patricia Briggs

“To see Charles, the original lone wolf, caught with a foot in the trap of amor-- this will amuse me for a…

— Patricia Briggs

She open her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his figures continued playing with out…

— Patricia Briggs

Charles looked at her thoughtfully. "People talk to you," he said. "That could be useful.

— Patricia Briggs

“There was something about that man when he was all angry and dangerous that got my blood up. Sometimes my survival instincts…

— Patricia Briggs

The conflict between the creatures of Native Lore and the immigration of the European preternatural hosts is hinted at in 'Blood Bound'…

— Patricia Briggs

“She had no idea who the dagos were. Her racist vocabulary obviously needed work. What would a racist call werewolves? Wargs? She…

— Patricia Briggs

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage…

— Patricia Briggs

I suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will…

— Patricia Briggs

She sees ghosts,” said Samuel, impatient with my whining. I see dead people,” I deadpanned back. Oddly, it was Uncle Mike who…

— Patricia Briggs

All change brings bad things and good things to replace the bad and good things that were before. It is natural to…

— Patricia Briggs

Why is it that all cars are women?" he asked. "Because they're fussy and demanding," answered Zee. "Because if they were men,…

— Patricia Briggs

“[The graffiti] had a sort of Christmassy look to it. The green paint tended to be short top to bottom but long…

— Patricia Briggs

When we got to the moron who was sitting in the only path to the stairway, Adam caught my waist and lifted…

— Patricia Briggs

“She gave Samuel a stern look. "Now, I don't know what's going on between you and my daughter and Adam Hauptman—” “Neither…

— Patricia Briggs

“You have a real gift for getting into trouble, don’t you? That was one thing I forgot when you left the pack.”…

— Patricia Briggs

His voice was soft and sweet as molasses; but my mother once told me that you had to trust that the first…

— Patricia Briggs

“Someone knocked on the back door. He push back the chair and had to pause. The wolf was angry that someone had…

— Patricia Briggs

For Adam, screwed-up bonding thing or not, I’d wait forever. “Really?” he asked in a tone I’d never heard from him before.…

— Patricia Briggs

During my last year of college I wrote the same ten pages over and over again. Those ten pages became the first…

— Patricia Briggs