Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team. — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
I don’t think you’re supposed to be able to get at that information,” said Leslie. “Don’t look,” said Goldstein, peering over Charles’s… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
There isn’t a person in this city more dangerous than a wolf whose mate is in danger. — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
If she kept wondering about how much of her life Bran engineered, she’d end up on a funny farm knitting caps for… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“They staggered and stumbled, wounded but triumphant, singing the old Welsh folk song “Ar Lan y Môr.” And if there was something… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken. — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each… — 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
