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
men rude missing
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.
struggle phones magic
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.
ears bed married
Mmm, he rumbled into my ear. I thought that being married meant that I never go to bed hungry.
life knowing challenges
Death is not such a bad thing. What would be a bad thing would be living without challenges. Without knowing defeat, we cannot know what victory is. There is no life without death.
grateful fate giving
I suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it.
helping if-i-could ifs
Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.
coffee hands wandering-around
And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves.
sleep pronouns going-to-sleep
You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.
biblical flirting long
Do they always flirt with biblical quotes?" Asil asked Tad. In long-suffering tones, Tad said, "They can flirt with the periodic table or a restaurant menu. We've learned to live with it. Get a room you guys.
dream daughter trying
In this dream, I wasn’t a coyote shapeshifter trying to hold a werewolf, I was Coyote’s almost daughter, and I had all the strength of the world in my arms.
play games enemy
Coyote never loses. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play. What are the rules of your game?
cute hurt home
Werewolf games,' Mercy said solemnly, 'play for keeps, or go home.' She was so cute sometimes it made Adam's heart hurt.
passion important skins
She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.
war home causes
Then he'd come back home and found out that war didn't cause fear- love did.