Patricia Briggs Quotes
Maybe I should go back to teaching school about crazy people instead of being one. (Jim Alvin)
Dance when the moon sings, and don't cry about troubles that haven't yet come. (Moon Called)
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.
It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.
It is hard to accept being different, hard to have people avoid looking at you, and still believe in yourself.
You play games with people's lives.(...) You forget that they are fragile.
New rules. If you are smart enough to live, you won’t hit Charles’s mate in front of his father.
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.
I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality.
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.
It was complicated. I understood it, mostly, but I had to think a little sideways to do it.
Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.
Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.
I used my history degree about twice a year whether I needed to or not.
My father always said that too many words cheapened the value of a man's speech.
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.
If there was such evil in the world, was it possible that there was good, too?
Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran
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.
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.
If creation was given no limit, ultimately everything would cease to exist.
You'd tell the world what your best friend wore to sleep if you thought it made a good enough story.
Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.
Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice."Why not an ornament?" "Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And they're... stubbon and hard to move
Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Adam asked as we went back upstairs. “Sometime,” I told him. “When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.
There is something incredibly arousing about being wanted. I pulled my hand back and sucked in a deep breath. “Adam,” I said.
Charles looked at her thoughtfully. "People talk to you," he said. "That could be useful.
