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
For Adam, screwed-up bonding thing or not, I’d wait forever. “Really?” he asked in a tone I’d never heard from him before.… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Some people are like Slinkies.They aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
It is hard to accept being different, hard to have people avoid looking at you, and still believe in yourself. — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Now, I'm not very vain. If I'd ever been, making my living covered in various grease and dirt mixtures would have cured… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
All life is rife with possibilities. Seeds have possibilities, but all their tomorrows are caught by the patterning of their life cycle.… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
I jerked my chin toward Frost’s body. ‘All that is required for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing.’… — 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
