“She hit us,” the woman shrieked. That was the gist of it anyway. There were a lot of unladylike words that began… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Kyle took in a breath. “While you were doing freaky stuff with Adam—as fine as he is—did you figure out where he… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Fourteen preteen girls, a tableful of werewolves—there were certain monstrous similarities.” — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“I don't like lies," said Bran, and I knew I'd failed to keep the pain of his revelation from my face. "Not… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
It's only fair to warn you that you sealed your fate tonight. When you knew you were in trouble, you came to… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“I borrowed a hammer and the garage and disposed of both phones. I was pretty sure that I could have just pulled… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“All Adam needed was an answer, and 'no' would have worked just as well to set the pack back in order. I… — 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
