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
During my last year of college I wrote the same ten pages over and over again. Those ten pages became the first… — 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
It was complicated. I understood it, mostly, but I had to think a little sideways to do it. — 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
There are big bad wolves all over the world who tremble at the sound of his name, yet a little puny coyote… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
I like to have a hero a little underpowered. I mean, Spiderman is far cooler than Superman. How do you challenge Superman? — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
A second floor window opened, and Kyle stuck his head and shoulders out so he could look down at us. “If you… — 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 Image
“I break things, a lot of things, but I don’t want one of them to be you.” — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
