Top 400 Patricia Briggs Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “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?”

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352. “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.”

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

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354. “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.”

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355. “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.”

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356. “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.”

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357. “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.”

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358. “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.”

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

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

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361. “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.”

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

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363. “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.”

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364. “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.”

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

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

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

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368. “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.”

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369. “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.”

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

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371. “Werewolves smell like musk and mint.”

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

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

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374. “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.”

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

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376. “Survival is not a pretty business.”

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377. “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?”

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378. “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.”

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379. “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?”

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

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

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382. “Second, it sometimes left me standing in the dark, listening to someone being killed while they cried out to me. For Mercy.”

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383. “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.”

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384. “Give that wolf of yours a nudge for me. I do love Russian men.”

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385. “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.”

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386. “He sees people – all the way through them – and he likes them anyway.”

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387. “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?”

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388. “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.”

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389. “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.”

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

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

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392. “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.”

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393. “They have no more,” Sherwood said, his eyes wolf-bright and his voice nearly guttural.”

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

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

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396. “He didn’t think she was his enemy. But certainly not his friend.”

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397. “Her lips twisted. “I don’t like you,” she told me, but there was a lie in her voice, and she stopped talking, looking almost surprised.”

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398. “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.”

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399. “This frail cloth, a gift to the person he had once been, was his touchstone, a reminder that once he had been whole. Once there had been joy.”

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400. “I pounded my forehead against Warren’s back. “Tell me Ben’s not flirting with me.” “Hey,” said Ben sounding hurt. “I was talking cannibalism, not romance.”

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