About Patricia Briggs: Patricia Briggs is an American writer of fantasy since 1993, well known for the Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series.
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. "D...
There was a movement to my right, and I snuck a quick glance to see Zee and Gabriel coming out the garage door. They must have gone back around. Zee had a crowbar in one hand and held it like another man might hold a sword. Gabriel had— “Zee,” ...
You are a sick, sick man,” I told him. “Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.
I knew he would never leave me, never let me down-because the man had never abandoned anything in his long life. If I hadn’t taken the gold rope of our bond, I knew Adam would have sat on me and hog-tied me with it. I liked that. A lot.
[C]hildren were a much more difficult audience than adults because no on had yet had a chance to teach them that it was better to be polite than honest.
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
Death isn't a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.
Almost-Sister, you picked a real catch.” “It was I who caught her,” Adam said softly. “It took years.
, he answered me without speaking, without looking at me.
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.
Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there's no such things as ghosts.
Mercy," he mumbled. "What the hell did you do to my French Roast?
C’est moi, c’est moi,’tis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn’t know if he’d catch the reference. I shouldn’t have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. “Trust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.
One of my professors once told me that the last official act of the British monarchy was when Queen Victoria refused to sign a law that made same-sex acts illegal. It would have made me think more highly of her, except the reason she objected was bec...
Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.
MS. THOMPSON, it said in heavy block letters, PLEASE KEEP YOUR FELINE OFF MY PROPERTY. IF I SEE IT AGAIN, I WILL EAT IT.
I don't like it when I outweigh my men.
Hard truths can be dealt with, triumphed over, but lies will destroy your soul.
Humans, werewolves, or, apparently, vampire, it doesn't matter; get more than three of them together and the jockeying for power begins.
I'm a wolf ma'am. Not a cat. I don't play around with my prey.
