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 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.
talking lists public-speaking
Charles was most comfortable by himself or, if that wasn't possible, with his pack in the wild. Talking for hours in a crowded auditorium was not on any list of things he enjoyed—or things he was good at. At least no one had died. Yet.
talking romance cannibalism
I was talking cannibalism, not romance.
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.