Knowledge is a better weapon than a sword. Patricia Briggs More Quotes by Patricia Briggs More Quotes From Patricia Briggs People who know other people’s secrets can’t afford to do things that impair their ability to control their mouths. Patricia Briggs secret mouths people He stopped what he was doing and pulled out his magic phone. Okay, the phone wasn't magic, but it does things my computer struggles with. Patricia Briggs magic phones struggle Wolves eat coyotes," Gordon said[...] If he weren't an old man, I had some rude things I could have said to that. "Yes," observed Adam blandly. "I do." Yep. That was the one that came to mind. And he didn't even blush when he said it. Maybe Gordon would miss the double entendre. But he grinned cheerfully at Adam. Patricia Briggs rude missing men My grandfather would have loved to have met you," he told her huskily. "He would have called you 'She Moves Trees Out of His Path.' " She looked lost, but his da laughed. He'd known the old man, too. "He called me 'He Who Must Run into Trees,'" Charles explained, and in a spirit of honesty, a need for his mate to know who he was, he continued, "or sometimes 'Running Eagle.' " " 'Running Eagle'?" Anna puzzled it over, frowning at him. "What's wrong with that?" "Too stupid to fly," murmured his father with a little smile. Patricia Briggs honesty running father Nothing says you're sorry like a dead bunny. Patricia Briggs bunnies apology sorry Adam didn't approve of Wal-Mart. Patricia Briggs adam Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep." I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything. Patricia Briggs portland sleep fall My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun. Patricia Briggs sunflower voice sound The trick to going wherever you want unchallenged in a hospital is to walk briskly, nod to the people you know, and ignore the ones you don’t. The nod reassures everyone that you are known, the brisk pace that you have a mission and don’t want to talk Patricia Briggs pace want people Moonlight streamed in, sending loving beams over his face. He closed his eyes and basked in it, and I could tell it was calling to him, even though the moon was not full. She didn't speak to me, but Samuel had once described her song to me in the words of a poet. The expression of bliss on his face while he listened to her music made him beautiful. Patricia Briggs eye song beautiful One of the oddest things about being grown-up was looking back at something you thought you knew and finding out the truth of it was completely different from what you had always believed. (Bone Crossed) Patricia Briggs bones growing-up different He sighed. " I don't think an apology will do, Mercy. Because an apology implies that you wouldn't do it again. And, under the circumstances, you wouldn't do anything differently, would you?" "No. Patricia Briggs apology mercy thinking Charles looked at her thoughtfully. "People talk to you," he said. "That could be useful. Patricia Briggs said people He was obviously dead. But since he was a vampire that wasn't as hopless a thing as it might have been. Patricia Briggs might-have-been vampire might He didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too. Patricia Briggs loyalty say-anything thinking If it would benefit you, I would kill every wolf here. But there are things that you need to do -- and interfering with that is not protecting, not in my book. The best way for me to protect you is to encourage you to be able to protect yourself. Patricia Briggs benefits book needs There was I thinking being a shifter had its upsides. Looks like I was wrong. Patricia Briggs looks thinking It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts. Patricia Briggs creating perfect blood Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Adam asked as we went back upstairs. “Sometime,” I told him. “When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you. Patricia Briggs ghost-stories scare want “Hey, Adam,” I said. “I thought you'd want to know that Warren and Darryl made it out of the vampire den alive.” I sucked in my breath. “You didn't actually agree to their meeting on Marsilia's grounds?” He laughed. “No, it just sounded better than saying they made it out of Denny's alive. It might not be romantic, but it's open all night and set in the middle of a brightly lit parking lot with no dark places for skulking parties to ambush from.” Patricia Briggs party dark night