Patricia Briggs
Patricia Briggs
Patricia Briggsis an American writer of fantasy since 1993, and author of the Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
miracle naked lifetime
She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.
mad car wrecks
Samuel laughed out loud. "You still haven't figured it out, have you, Mercy? He never was mad about the car. He was the first one at the scene of the accident. He thought you'd killed yourself. We all did. That was a pretty spectacular wreck.
moon people ghost
Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there's no such things as ghosts.
hate years two
We’d spent years as adversaries, two predators sharing territory and a certain, unwelcome attraction. Somehow, during all those years I spent outwardly acquiescing to his demands while making sure I held my own, I’d won his respect. I’d had werewolves love me and hate me, but I’d never had one respect me before. Not even Samuel. Adam respected me enough to act on my suspicions. It meant a lot.
innocent explanation particular
Americans in particular are oddly innocent in their faith that science holds explanations for everything.
guests manners darling
Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.
next-day fire fiction
Anna: “I thought Indians built fires with fiction.” Charles: “I can do that, but I'd like to eat sometime in the next day or so. Sterno and Bic are much faster.
way arguing persuasive
Asil left Bran alone with his thoughts then, because if he stayed, Bran would argue with him. This way, Bran would have no one to argue with but himself. And Asil had always credited Bran with the ability to be persuasive.
racist kind werewolf
What would a racist call werewolves? Wargs? She kind of liked that one, but suspected that racist bastards didn't read Tolkien.
daughter powerful voice
I told them," he said in a clear, carrying voice, "that they should not give someone as old and powerful as I a daughter to love. That it would end badly.
awkwardness
Much awkwardness ensued.
want said anna
You forgot the ‘my precious,’” Anna said dryly. “If you want to act like a freaking nutcase, you have to do it right.
brother taste deer
Charles preferred his deer to taste like meat and his pancakes to look like pancakes. Brother Wolf thought he was too picky. Brother Wolf was probably right.
voice down-and faces
Your woman tells me you will hunt me down and eat my marrow while I live." "Did she?" Charles looked at her, and she saw the approval in his face. She doubted anyone else would have read anything at all. His voice was a caress, just for her. "Would you like that, love?