“I break things, a lot of things, but I don’t want one of them to be you.” — 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
“Werewolves usually have markings that are more doglike than wolflike. I don’t know why. Bran, the Marrok, has a splash of white… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Damn it,” I said. “I don't suppose you have any ideas on how to kill Littleton.” He smiled at me, his teeth… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Zack shook his head. "I am glad you aren't mine. You're going to be dead before you're forty." "No," rumbled my husband's… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“So you didn’t have any reason to be so mad I wrecked the car,” I said, triumphantly. Samuel laughed out loud. “You… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Kelly looked at the cop, then sighed. “What a cluster. I take it you haven’t been killing young women and leaving their… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Mercy," he mumbled. "What the hell did you do to my French Roast?” — 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
“I don’t know who you think you are” — my mother’s voice was low and dangerous — “but if you don’t get… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“There was a movement to my right, and I snuck a quick glance to see Zee and Gabriel coming out the garage… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Thank you, Adam,” I told him. “Thank you for tearing Tim into small Tim bits. Thank you for forcing me to drink… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Arrogance is someone claiming to have come to Christ, but they won't spend more than five minutes listening to your journey because… — Shannon L. Alder Copy Share Image
“Hey, Zee,” I said. “I take it that you can fix it, but it’ll be miserable, and you’d rather haul it to… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Into the breach, then. Against mobs of middle-aged moms and frightening harridans we shall prevail.” She nodded sharply, raising an invisible sword.… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
