Quotes by Patricia Briggs

Death is not such a bad thing. What would be a bad thing would be living without challenges. Without knowing defeat, we cannot know what victory is. There is no life without death.

Almost-Sister, you picked a real catch.”“It was I who caught her,” Adam said softly. “It took years.

Brother Wolf gave Anna an amused look and then went back to being scary.

When he grew up, he wanted to be like Charles.

Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.

Who hurt you? she asked, slicing through the two other conversations going on at the table. Hes dead, said Charles, his hand sliding up Annas back reassuringly. I killed him. If I could, I would bring him back to life so I could kill him again.

Evil must always be fought.

If there was such evil in the world, was it possible that there was good, too?

You have to acknowledge evil, or you give it too much power over you.

A rape victim... a rape victim who fights...Theyve been violated, made helpless and afraid. It breaks their confidence in the safety of their little world. It makes them afraid. .... If you dont fight, its not quite the same. If they make you help, make you cooperate, then its not clear to you anymore. Is it rape? You feel dirty, violated, and guilty. Most of all guilty because you should have fought. Especially if youre Mercy and you fight everything.

Anger is stupid, and stupidity will kill you more surely than your opponents blade.

A man learns with age, if he is lucky.

I thought it would be quieter here.” [Anna] hadn’t meant to say anything, but the noise startled her. “The wind in the trees,” Bran said. “And there are some birds that stay year-round. Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.

Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

No, really, I said. Now that we know that Flores is really this nasty, fiery, superpowerful nothing-can-kill-me demon from hell, maybe we should consider just giving Christy to him?

Jumping Jehoshaphat. O Holy Night.

This was not a man who wanted to give up his mate. This was a man trying to do the honorable thing—and give her a choice, no matter hiw much it cost him.

Youd tell the world what your best friend wore to sleep if you thought it made a good enough story.

Reluctantly, I pulled out my necklace and showed it to them.Samuel frowned. The little figure was stylized; I suppose he couldnt tell what it was at first.A dog? asked Zee, staring at my necklace.A lamb, I said defensively, tucking it safely back under my shirt. Because one of Christs names is The Lamb of God.Samuels shoulders shook slightly. I can see it now, Mercy holding a roomful of vampire at bay with her glowing sheep.I gave his shoulder a hard push, aware of the heat climbing to my cheeks, but it didnt help. He sang in a soft taunting voice, Mercy had a little lamb...