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
opposites evil cash
There is no cash in battling evil: just the opposite in my experience
stones cheese peaches
Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach.
voice use bunny-rabbits
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.
doors eating heard
After I shut the door behind me, I heard Darryl say "of course eating him would work too.
moving rocks voice
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
sleep doe want
Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.
strong coffee voice
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.
sexy eye men
Now, I'm not very vain. If I'd ever been, making my living covered in various grease and dirt mixtures would have cured me quickly. Still, I wasn't up to facing two sexy men when I had one eye swollen mostly shut and half of my face black and blue.
necks bits
He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.
taken men long
I knew he would never leave me, never let me down-because the man had never abandoned anything in his long life. If I hadn’t taken the gold rope of our bond, I knew Adam would have sat on me and hog-tied me with it. I liked that. A lot.
loser victim ifs
Tim was dead. And he's always been a loser. I'd be damned if I was going to be the victim of a loser - or anyone else.
running names dinner
Mercy is not a proper Indian name."..........."Rash Coyote Who Runs With Wolf. We could shorten it to Dinner Woman.
running honesty father
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.
eye thinking talking
Mine" he said. Adam's eyes narrowed. "I don't think so. She is mine." It would of been flattering,I thought,except that at least one of them was talking about dinner and I wasn't certain about the other.