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
lying eye hands
And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles. She put a knee on the bench she'd been sitting on and reached over the back to close her hand on Asil's wrist, which was lying across the back of the pew. He hissed in shock but didn't pull away. As she held him the scent of wilderness, of sickness, faded. He stared at her, the whites of his eyes showing brightly while his irises narrowed to small bands around his black pupil. "Omega," he whispered, his breath coming harshly.
lying men skins
When we got to the moron who was sitting in the only path to the stairway, Adam caught my waist and lifted me over before stepping over the man himself. “Scott?” Adam said as we headed upstairs. “Yeah?” “Unless someone shoots you, skins you, and throws the results on the floor, I don’t want to see you lying in the walkway again.” “Yessir!
lying sleep would-be
See you tomorrow,” he said, instead. “All right.” Then, impulsively, I asked, “Do you have a place to sleep tonight?” “Sure,” he said with a smile, and started off as if he had somewhere to be. I could have bitten off my tongue because I pushed him into a lie. Once he started lying to me, it would be harder to get him to trust me with the truth. I don’t know why it works that way, but it does—at least in my experience.
moving men tree
His grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them.
thinking littles complicated
It was complicated. I understood it, mostly, but I had to think a little sideways to do it.
dream garbage-cans frogs
I was in the middle of a dream about garbage cans and frogs - don't ask, and I won't tell.
mercy revelations minutes
Mercy?” “Just a minute,” I told Adam. “I'm in the middle of a revelation.
dragons bedroom easier
I would slay dragons for you,” he told her. “I suspect that finding an unoccupied bedroom will be easier.
space way tvs
I liked Lost in Space,” Stefan said. “The movie or the TV series?” “The movie? Right. I had forgotten about the movie,” he said soberly. “It was better that way.
looks doe different
All change brings bad things and good things to replace the bad and good things that were before. It is natural to look back and say it was better before—but that does not make it true. Different is not worse. It is just different.
italian engineering cooking
Happiness is German engineering, Italian cooking, and Belgian chocolate.
art dark soul
To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark.
powerful children two
Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.
queens cowboy horror-stories
A cowboy, a lawyer, and a mechanic watched Queen of the Damned,” I murmured. Warren—who had once, a long time ago, been a cowboy—snickered and wiggled his bare feet. “It could be the beginning of either a bad joke or a horror story.” “No,” said Kyle, the lawyer, whose head was propped up on my thigh. “If you want a horror story, you have to start out with a werewolf, his gorgeous lover, and a walker.