We’d spent years as adversaries, two predators sharing territory and a certain, unwelcome attraction. Somehow, during all those years I spent outwardly… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Heart turned to me, his face thoughtful. “Yesterday morning. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days before that.”… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
The cool thing about writing is that there is really never a typical day. Sometimes I get a rhythm going and head… — 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
She was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that...… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
She crawled,” Ben said. There were tears in his voice. That was wrong. Ben barely even tolerated me on the best of… — 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
