Quotes by Patricia Briggs

I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality.

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

Matt Smith? I said. Really? You are not the Doctor, Bran. At your age, it is important to keep a lookout for excessive hubris.

You going to watch my butt all day, or are you going to join me? asked my mate.What if I had said I was going to watch your butt all day? I asked curiously as I opened the door an stepped into the hot water.Ive been considering belly-dancing lessons, he told me in a serious voice.

One more month, he said finally. And then they—and Samuel, too—will just have to get used to it. His eye is the color of a bitch with dark chocolate, worst few years and he leaned forward. And you will marry me. I smiled, showing my teeth. Dont you mean, ‘will you marry me?’ I meant it to be funny, but his eyes brightened until the gold flecks were swimming in the darkness. You had your chance to run, coyote. Its too late now.

Food was good, company better, and if I had been a cat, Id have preferred.

Werewolf games, Mercy said solemnly, play for keeps, or go home. She was so cute sometimes it made Adams heart hurt.

Yes, he said sincerely. Such a one deserves peanut butter on the seat of his pants.

Heart turned to me, his face thought­ful. “Yes­ter­day morn­ing. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days be­fore that.” He smiled at me. “You were sup­posed to be the Al­pha’s eye can­dy.”Adam laughed.“What?” I asked him. “You don’t think I’d be good eye can­dy?” I looked down at my over­alls and grease-​stained hands. I’d torn an­oth­er nail to the quick.“Hon­ey is eye can­dy,” said Ben apolo­get­ical­ly. “You’re . . . just you.”“Mine,” said Adam, edg­ing be­tween Heart and me. “Mine is what she is.

Knowing someone desires you is the greatest aphrodisiac

Dragons and legends...It would have been difficult for any man not to want to fight beside a dragon.

Pack is for comfort when you hurt, I thought, putting my head back down. And for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, I appreciated being a part of one.

Weve determined that Ms. Hauptman is a potential threat to the public safety, and we are bringing her in as a murder suspect who has supernatural powers that make her too dangerous to be incarcerated in the usual ways.

Um. Charles thinks that his wolf has chosen me as his mate.In less than one full day? It did sound dumb when he said it that way.Yes. She couldnt keep the uncertainty out of her voice, though, and it bothered Charles. He rolled to his feet and growled softly.Charles also said I was an Omega wolf, she told his father. That might have something to do with it as well.Silence lengthened and she began to think that the cell phone might have dropped the connection. Then the Marrok laughed softly. Oh his brother is going to tease him unmercifully about this.

What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day.

New rules. If you are smart enough to live, you won’t hit Charles’s mate in front of his father.

You play games with peoples lives.(...) You forget that they are fragile.

Its easier to dismiss ghosts in the daylight.

Adam has always had . . . heroic tendencies.”I touched Adam’s arm. “He’s my hero.”There was another pause. . .“That is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Bran said. “Be careful, Adam, or you’ll turn her into a real girl.”Adam looked at me. “I like her just the way she is, Bran.” And he meant it, greasy overalls, broken fingernails, and all.

Then Walter died as he lived, he told his mate. A hero, a soldier, and a survivor who chose to protect what was precious to him. I dont think, if you could ask him, that he would have any regrets.