Top 400 Patricia Briggs Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “The group of rogue Cantrip agents that kidnapped the pack in order to make you go assassinate their target had a list, didn’t they?”

— Patricia Briggs

352. “He waited for Mercy’s response. He enjoyed their arguments because very few people argued with him at all.”

— Patricia Briggs

353. “Guayota is our enemy. He is not our enemy because he hurt one of our own, though he has. He is not our enemy because he violates our territory, though that is also true. He is not our enemy because he attacked my mate. He is not even our enemy because he is evil. He is our enemy because he kills those who cannot protect themselves against him. Because he will not stop until someone stops him.”

— Patricia Briggs

354. “My French friend tells me that someday, if I work at it, I may no longer be flattering myself when I say I can speak a very little French.”

— Patricia Briggs

355. “But his attention was all for my mother. “She’s married,” I warned him. “And if you call her a rude name, she’ll shoot you with her pretty pink gun and I’ll spit on your grave.” He considered me a moment and started to open his mouth. Adam said, “Ben. Meet Mercy’s mother, Margi.” Ben paled, closed his mouth, and opened it again. But nothing came out. I didn’t think Ben was used to meeting mothers.”

— Patricia Briggs

356. “Who hurt you?” she asked, slicing through the two other conversations going on at the table. “He’s dead,” said Charles, his hand sliding up Anna’s back reassuringly. “I killed him. If I could, I would bring him back to life so I could kill him again.”

— Patricia Briggs

357. “Ben, one of the four werewolf guards for the night, ate a big bite, swallowed, and said in a prissier-than-usual version of his British accent, “Mercy, when you say it gnawed on the bones, was it trying to get at the marrow or just cleaning its teeth?”

— Patricia Briggs

358. “It is one of those nondenominational churches so busy not condemning anyone that it has little power to attract a steady congregation.”

— Patricia Briggs

359. “She glanced surreptitiously at Charles, but he was eating the way he usually did – like a well-mannered starving person who wasn’t sure where his next meal with coming from.”

— Patricia Briggs

360. “I only knew that Adam was hurt, and I wasn’t there to make him safe.”

— Patricia Briggs

361. “Let us be heroes as well as monsters.”

— Patricia Briggs

362. “Warren and his boyfriend had put on a Thanksgiving dinner for their friends who didn’t have families to go home to. Being gay meant they had a number of friends with no welcoming families. Mary.”

— Patricia Briggs

363. “Witchbane,” he said. “Witch’s Spawn.” He grimaced, or maybe he smiled. “Something like that, maybe. I forget.”

— Patricia Briggs

364. “I’m a mechanic; I fix things that are broken. I turn into a thirty-five pound coyote. I have powerful friends. But when it comes right down to it, my real superpower is chaos.” -Mercy.”

— Patricia Briggs

365. “You are arrogant and overstep your bounds,” I told him, pointing my cleaned fork at him. “I try,” he said with false modesty.”

— Patricia Briggs

366. “Mercy has this... this uncanny ability to go where the trouble is thickest,” Adam told him. He had decided a while ago that it wasn’t deliberate, and that it had something to do with being Coyote’s daughter. He was pretty sure that Mercy was completely oblivious.”

— Patricia Briggs

367. “It is my privilege,” I said carefully, trying not to tweak his pride, “to do those things that are easier for me than for you. You do the same for me.”

— Patricia Briggs

368. “As long as I thought what he wanted me to think, he liked it when I thought for myself.”

— Patricia Briggs

369. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” Asil murmured when Tad quit speaking. “Shh,” said Tad. “This isn’t that mirror. That mirror broke, and good riddance to it. Let’s not give this one ideas, please.”

— Patricia Briggs

370. “But despair was not a synonym for sorrow or regret. Despair was the loss of hope.”

— Patricia Briggs

371. “Heartbreak can be like that, boy,” said Zee heavily. “Healthy pain invites healing.”

— Patricia Briggs

372. “Holy Avon, Batman, I thought as worry relaxed into annoyance-tinged humor, I’ve been attacked by a multilevel marketer.”

— Patricia Briggs

373. “Several years ago, another werewolf had approached me at the garage, looking for a place to be. He was dead.”

— Patricia Briggs

374. “Whether those lives are a couple of decades or a couple of centuries long, living means that we get hurt, and some of those wounds don’t heal or they don’t heal completely.”

— Patricia Briggs

375. “He’d have to call his brother, Samuel, and tell him that he’d finally learned that his face wouldn’t crack if he smiled. All it had taken to teach him was an Omega werewolf.”

— Patricia Briggs

376. “Werewolves smell like musk and mint.”

— Patricia Briggs

377. “Vampires did the one-name thing before Madonna and Prince.”

— Patricia Briggs

378. “It was discouraging how quickly the beginnings of a sweater turned into a loose pile of yarn.”

— Patricia Briggs

379. “Survival is not a pretty business.”

— Patricia Briggs

380. “Anna came into the bedroom with a big red towel wrapped around herself and nothing else. Her reddish-brown hair was tied up on top of her head, and there was a drop of water on his favorite freckle. They were all his favorite freckles.”

— Patricia Briggs

381. “My people eat yours,” Larry informed the cat. Medea kneaded his thighs lightly and kicked her purr up a few notches. He gave in and started to pet her.”

— Patricia Briggs

382. “You’ll figure it out,” he assured her earnestly. She turned to him, eyes alight with ire – and then frowned. “Quit baiting me.” He grinned. Unable to help himself. What a gift she was.”

— Patricia Briggs

383. “Some people, me, get a black eye and other people ask “who beat you up?” Other people, Spielman, get a black eye and other people say “where did they bury the other guy?”

— Patricia Briggs

384. “The next time you leap into a burning building after me, you’d better make damned sure I’m in there. And wear your shoes, damn it.”

— Patricia Briggs

385. “It is difficult for a chicken to make an alliance with a fox – you never know when you’ll be eaten for breakfast.”

— Patricia Briggs

386. “My car is fine,” Jesse said cheerfully. “Dad, you and Mercy have got to take better care of your stuff. Do you think that money grows on trees?”

— Patricia Briggs

387. “With Anna he had no shield – Charles belonged to Anna with all his complicated soul and uncomplicated heart.”

— Patricia Briggs

388. “Cain’s hairy titties,” muttered Ben, joining me in my observation of the rural setting. “What hermit was so misguided in life that he was hanging around this peopleless landscape at the bell end of the night and happened to see a freaking goblin disappear into a hay barn? And for that matter, goblins are city denizens like me. What the shagging hell is it doing out here?”

— Patricia Briggs

389. “Sometimes the thought had occurred to me that Adam dressed so civilized in his silk shirts and hand-tailored suits as a shield against the wildness within him.”

— Patricia Briggs

390. “I had two choices. I could stand here and cry – or I could get mad. Guess which one I chose.”

— Patricia Briggs

391. “Then suddenly Coyote stopped, turned to me, grabbed me by my hands, looked into my eyes, and said, “Her name is Death.”

— Patricia Briggs

392. “Druids influenced the natural world: weather, plants, and some animals. Wizards played with nonliving things. But witches used the mind and body.”

— Patricia Briggs

393. “Suddenly Chelsea’s eyes met Anna’s from across the table and held them. Icy gray became even more pale, and Chelsea’s nostrils flared. “Who hurt you?” she asked, slicing through the two other conversations going on at the table.”

— Patricia Briggs

394. “That the feeling I got from them through the pack bonds was eagerness for the hunt was a testimony that all werewolves are crazy.”

— Patricia Briggs

395. “I eyed Zee. “How would you like to come with us to look at a crime scene?” Zee shook his head. “No.” “You are staying here,” Adam told me firmly. “Your feet hurt.” – We all went, of course. “Alpha werewolf meets coyote,” murmured George gleefully from the back of Adam’s SUV as I hopped in. “Fae – ” “Stop,” said Zee, climbing in beside him. George didn’t lose his grin, but he quit talking. George was not stupid.”

— Patricia Briggs

396. “Medea yowled at me and stropped my leg, broadcasting the information that no one had fed her. Cats lie, and I was pretty sure she was lying. But feeding her made me happy and made her happy.”

— Patricia Briggs

397. “She slanted a thoughtful look at Bran, who was talking animatedly with my stepfather. My stepfather was a dentist. Bran ruled werewolves. I didn’t want to know what they had in common to get that excited about.”

— Patricia Briggs

398. “The pack was better with Anna in it, in ways far more subtle than he or his da had expected. They had hoped for calm – they had not expected happy.”

— Patricia Briggs

399. “Action is the best cure for despair.”

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400. “Wulfe had been as likely to hoard dried flowers as exquisite jewelry.”

— Patricia Briggs