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
eye done faces
I like what you've done to your face," Ben said, tapping his eye.
giving athena members
I give you Mercedes Athena Thompson, our newest member." Much awkwardness ensued.
strong children growing-up
All life is rife with possibilities. Seeds have possibilities, but all their tomorrows are caught by the patterning of their life cycle. Animals have possibilities that are greater than that of a fir tree or a blade of grass. Still, though, for most animals, the pattern of instinct, the patterns of their lives, are very strong. Humanity has a far greater range of possibilities, especially the very young. Who will children grow up to be? Who will they marry, what will they believe, what will they create? Creation is a very powerful seed of possibility.
years answers
Over the years, she'd learned not to question him to closely—mostly because he wouldn't answer her.
father men speech
My father always said that too many words cheapened the value of a man's speech.
choices identity heritage
Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran
running logic truth-is
Truth is without flourishes or manners and runs with a logic all its own.
past want things-change
Things change whether you want them to, or not--unless you are dead. Don't hold so hard to the past that you die with it.
years degrees used
I used my history degree about twice a year whether I needed to or not.
faces nightmare
It was unsettling to be in love with someone who looked like the face in her nightmares.
feet legs arms
You okay now ?" he asked. "Okay." He tightened his arms and lifted me off my feet. "Mercy?" he growled into my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist. " Yeah" , I said. "Me too.
sex love-is making-love
The main thing to remember is that making love is at onces the silliest and the most sacred act humans can perform.
break bounce adam-hauptman
I don't break; I bounce.
sleep eye boys
A second floor window opened, and Kyle stuck his head and shoulders out so he could look down at us. “If you two are finished playing Cowboy and Indian out there, some of us would like to get their beauty sleep.” I looked at Warren. “You heard ‘um Kemo Sabe. Me go to my little wigwam and get ‘um shut-eye.” “How come you always get to play the Indian?” whined Warren, deadpan. “Cause she’s the Indian, white boy,” said Kyle.