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
world shields belief
The devout belief that the world is explainable is both a terrible vulnerability and a stout shield.
talking romance cannibalism
I was talking cannibalism, not romance.
brother nice drs
Apparently deciding Charles’s brief introduction wasn’t good enough, his brother reintroduced himself. “Dr. Samuel Cornick, elder brother and tormentor. Very nice to meet you, Anna—
jobs father bored
Asil has appointed himself my guardian?" asked Charles softly. Asil was overstepping himself. "He was bored, he told me," said his father. He gave Charles a small smile. "I have given him a job so he doesn’t get bored again.
thinking honey watches
Honey, ... When a wolf watches a lamb, he's not thinking about the lamb's mommy.
way arguing persuasive
Asil left Bran alone with his thoughts then, because if he stayed, Bran would argue with him. This way, Bran would have no one to argue with but himself. And Asil had always credited Bran with the ability to be persuasive.
next-day fire fiction
Anna: “I thought Indians built fires with fiction.” Charles: “I can do that, but I'd like to eat sometime in the next day or so. Sterno and Bic are much faster.
keys truck stealing
He left the key in the ignition. No one was likely to come up here and steal the truck- and if anyone did... well, he could deal with Charles
voice down-and faces
Your woman tells me you will hunt me down and eat my marrow while I live." "Did she?" Charles looked at her, and she saw the approval in his face. She doubted anyone else would have read anything at all. His voice was a caress, just for her. "Would you like that, love?
hurt past men
He stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting. “You need to be more careful,” he growled. “Keep interfering in my business and you might get hurt.” I said sweetly as I continued to Jesse's room, “The last man who swatted me like that is rotting in his grave.” “I have no doubt about it.” His voice was more satisfied then contrite.
awkwardness
Much awkwardness ensued.
writing eye car
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Stuff that. I'll write a doctoral thesis. Then I can go do what most of the other people with doctoral degrees in anthropology do." "What's that?" asked Calvin. "You don't need to encourage her," said Adam seriously, but his eyes laughed at me. "The same thing that people with degrees in history do," I said. "Fix cars or serve frnech fries and bad hamburgers.
long brave taught
He had lived a very long time, and only since he gained Anna had he learned to fear. He’d discovered that he had never been brave before—just indifferent. She had taught him that to be brave, you have to fear losing something.
guests manners darling
Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.