Even after all this time, I keep forgetting that heroes can be found in unlikely places and persons -- like mechanics who can turn into coyotes. Patricia Briggs More Quotes by Patricia Briggs More Quotes From Patricia Briggs Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice."Why not an ornament?" "Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And they're... stubbon and hard to move Patricia Briggs rocks voice moving After I shut the door behind me, I heard Darryl say "of course eating him would work too. Patricia Briggs eating heard doors Bran was the only person I knew who could use words like "blackguard" and make them sound like swear words-but then he could have said "bunny rabbit" in that tone of voice and weaken my spine with the same shiver of fear. Patricia Briggs voice sound rabbits Drink it,” I told her. “It’s good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I don’t drink it, so I ran over to your house and stole the expensive stuff in your freezer. It shouldn’t be that bad. Samuel told me to make it strong and pour sugar into it. It should taste sort of like bitter syrup.” She gave me a smile smile, then a bigger one, and plugged her nose before she drank it down in one gulp. “Next time," she said in a hoarse voice, “I make the coffee. Patricia Briggs voice coffee strong Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone. Patricia Briggs odd-things gone time Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach. Patricia Briggs peaches cheese stones It was Adam, but he was too late. He couldn’t love me anymore. He would be so angry with me. I had to hide. He didn’t love me so he might hurt me when he was angry. When he calmed down, that would hurt him. I didn’t want him hurting because of me. There was nowhere for a person to hide. So I wouldn’t be a person. My eyes fell on the shelves that lined the far back corner. A coyote could hide there. Patricia Briggs coyotes eye hurt A cowboy, a lawyer, and a mechanic watched Queen of the Damned,” I murmured. Warren—who had once, a long time ago, been a cowboy—snickered and wiggled his bare feet. “It could be the beginning of either a bad joke or a horror story.” “No,” said Kyle, the lawyer, whose head was propped up on my thigh. “If you want a horror story, you have to start out with a werewolf, his gorgeous lover, and a walker. Patricia Briggs horror-stories cowboy queens Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies. Patricia Briggs powerful two children To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark. Patricia Briggs soul dark art Happiness is German engineering, Italian cooking, and Belgian chocolate. Patricia Briggs engineering italian cooking All change brings bad things and good things to replace the bad and good things that were before. It is natural to look back and say it was better before—but that does not make it true. Different is not worse. It is just different. Patricia Briggs different doe looks Dont let the bastards grind you down?" Bran looked at me incredulously. Patricia Briggs grind Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to. Patricia Briggs doe want sleep Is it like a Harry Potter thing?" He turned his head then. "A what?" "A Harry Potter thing," she said again. "You know, don't say Voldemort's name because you might attract his attention?" He considered it. "You mean the children's book." "I have got to get you to watch more movies," she said. "You'd enjoy these. Yes, I mean the children's book. Patricia Briggs mean book children So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords. Patricia Briggs july christian night Bran was stripping her futon down to the bare mattress when she entered her apartment. It was sort of like watching the president mowing the White House lawn or taking out the trash. Patricia Briggs president white house But that was the trouble with ancient artifacts - no one really knew what they did. Patricia Briggs artifacts ancient trouble If you could just see your face,” she told me. “You look like a cat in a bathtub. Patricia Briggs cat faces looks The warmth of his body shouldn’t have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick. Patricia Briggs bricks sexy body