Quotes by Patricia Briggs

About Patricia Briggs:

Patricia Briggs is an American writer of fantasy since 1993, well known for the Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series.
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I don’t know who you think you are” — my mother’s voice was low and dangerous — “but if you don’t get out of my way right this instant, it won’t matter.” Adam was the Alpha werewolf in charge of the local pack. He was tough. He coul...

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All right," Mom said. She gave Samuel a stern look,"Now I don't know what's going on between you and my daughter and Adam Hauptman-" "Neither do we," I muttered Samuel grinned "We have it pretty well worked out as far as the sex goes. Adam gets it-so...

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Some people are boys longer than others.

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Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach,” I agreed. He looked blank, so I repeated it with proper emphasis. “ ChEEZ-zes crusty. Got Al -musty. Got DAMp on the StoneofapeaCH.

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It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

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All life is rife with possibilities. Seeds have possibilities, but all their tomorrows are caught by the patterning of their life cycle. Animals have possibilities that are greater than that of a fir tree or a blade of grass. Still, though, for most ...

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I used my history degree about twice a year whether I needed to or not.

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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.

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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.

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I could hear him laughing. Son of a bit*h. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was coyote or the son of Satan.He was a dead man walking.

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Nothing says you're sorry like a dead bunny.

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He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.

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Adam didn't approve of Wal-Mart.

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Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.

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Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep." I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.

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It was complicated. I understood it, mostly, but I had to think a little sideways to do it.

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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.

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

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

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Mercy is not a proper Indian name."..........."Rash Coyote Who Runs With Wolf. We could shorten it to Dinner Woman.

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Author Bio

  • NamePatricia Briggs
  • DescriptionAmerican writer
  • Born1965
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionNovelist; Writer