Patricia Briggs (born 1965) is an American writer of fantasy since 1993, and author of the Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series.
Paranoia: the gift of the survivor and the burden of the overtired, stressed, and terrified.
Someday, I'm going to meet some supernatural creature who tells me everything I should know up front and in a forthright manner - but I'm not going to hold my breath.
I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.
Reincarnation?” He shrugged. “I’ve never seen any evidence that it’s real. But I’ve never seen anything that disproves it either. I believe the afterlife is better than what we have here—and it would take something extraordinary to make someone willing to come back.
Over the years, she'd learned not to question him to closely—mostly because he wouldn't answer her.
Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team.
He'd woken up after flying from Boston to Montana to find his da cooking breakfast for them: sausage and pancakes shaped like deer. It wasn't just any deer, either - they looked like Bambi from the disney cartoon. Charles didn't want to know how his father had managed that
Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.
She'd never have allowed herself to be held by anything as mundane as a few bars and a reinforced door
The devout belief that the world is explainable is both a terrible vulnerability and a stout shield.
Mine,. . . Mine is what she is.
I think that I can count on the fingers of one hand the times you've actually said the word ‘women' and not replaced it with an epithet referring to female genitalia. " "Hey, he's not that bad," Warren said. "Sometimes he calls them cows or whores.
A dominant wolf's desire to protect was a strong instinct- Samuel was very dominant. Give him an inch, and he's take over the world- my life, if I let him. Mercy
Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to them.
I thought you were dead. Stupid. As if I'd die without taking you with me.
You don’t have the courage of a half-bred mongrel.
Charles looked at her thoughtfully. "People talk to you," he said. "That could be useful.
New rules. If you are smart enough to live, you won’t hit Charles’s mate in front of his father.
He didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too.
His heart's occupied elsewhere," said Ben from behind me. "And even if it weren't he's not interested in your kind. But, I'm available and ready. " "You don't have a heart," I told him. ” Just a gaping hole where it should have been. " "All the more reason for you to give me yours. " I pounded my forehead against Warren 's back. "Tell me Ben's not flirting with me. " "Hey," said Ben sounding hurt. "I was talking cannibalism, not romance.