Patricia Briggs (born 1965) is an American writer of fantasy since 1993, and author of the Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series.
Sometimes broken people stay broken.
I thought you were dead. Stupid. As if I'd die without taking you with me.
You can't cage an eagle for long without destroying it.
Just as I’ve always known there are monsters in the world, monsters and things even more evil, I’ve always known that it is God who keeps evil at bay.
It is one of those lessons that every child should learn: Don't play with fire, sharp objects, or ancient artifacts.
Now, I'm not very vain. If I'd ever been, making my living covered in various grease and dirt mixtures would have cured me quickly. Still, I wasn't up to facing two sexy men when I had one eye swollen mostly shut and half of my face black and blue.
I don't get mad, I get even.
When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone —‘I didn’t mean to startle her
Wolves eat coyotes," Gordon said[. . . ] If he weren't an old man, I had some rude things I could have said to that. "Yes," observed Adam blandly. "I do. " Yep. That was the one that came to mind. And he didn't even blush when he said it. Maybe Gordon would miss the double entendre. But he grinned cheerfully at Adam.
After I shut the door behind me, I heard Darryl say "of course eating him would work too.
A man who will risk nothing for love is not a man
Some truths are truths, no matter who says them.
I give you Mercedes Athena Thompson, our newest member. " Much awkwardness ensued.
If creation was given no limit, ultimately everything would cease to exist.
One of the oddest things about being grown-up was looking back at something you thought you knew and finding out the truth of it was completely different from what you had always believed. (Bone Crossed)
People as old and powerful as he should never be given someone to love. For Anna he would destroy the world.
Dont let the bastards grind you down?" Bran looked at me incredulously.
Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.
I suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it.
Mine" he said. Adam's eyes narrowed. "I don't think so. She is mine. " It would of been flattering,I thought,except that at least one of them was talking about dinner and I wasn't certain about the other.