Anna: “I thought Indians built fires with fiction.” Charles: “I can do that, but I'd like to eat sometime in the next… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
I thought Indians built fires with fiction." … "I can do that, but I'd like to eat sometime in the next day… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
You forgot the ‘my precious,’” Anna said dryly. “If you want to act like a freaking nutcase, you have to do it… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
People as old and powerful as he should never be given someone to love. For Anna he would destroy the world. — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Apparently deciding Charles’s brief introduction wasn’t good enough, his brother reintroduced himself. “Dr. Samuel Cornick, elder brother and tormentor. Very nice to… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Anna looked at Brother Wolf. ‘I’d like to see someone try to put a radio control collar on Charles. It might be… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
I'm not threatening to kill myself. But you need to know this about me because—if you want to be my mate—I won't… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Anna followed, keeping a sharp eye out for things he might back into or over. She wondered if Isaac did this all… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
He had lived a very long time, and only since he gained Anna had he learned to fear. He’d discovered that he… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Are you done yet?' Issac called Charles tilted his head back and called back, 'I suppose that's why they call you the… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
When is the last time you were a tourist?” she asked archly. He just looked at her. Charles, she had to agree,… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
My grandfather would have loved to have met you," he told her huskily. "He would have called you 'She Moves Trees Out… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles.… — 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
“Anna gave Charles a shy kiss on the cheek and strolled out of the room without a backward glance. Until she reached… — 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
