Heart turned to me, his face thought­ful. “Yes­ter­day morn­ing. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days be­fore that.” He smiled at me. “You were sup­posed to be the Al­pha’s eye can­dy.” Adam laughed.“What?” I asked him. “You don’t think I’d be good eye can­dy?” I looked down at my over­alls and grease-stained hands. I’d torn an­oth­er nail to the quick.“Hon­ey is eye can­dy,” said Ben apolo­get­ical­ly. “You’re. . . Just you.”“Mine,” said Adam, edg­ing be­tween Heart and me. “Mine is what she is.

— Patricia Briggs

He didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too.

— Patricia Briggs

He sighed. "I don't think an apology will do, Mercy. Because an apology implies that you wouldn't do it again. And, under the circumstances, you wouldn't do anything differently, would you?" No.

— Patricia Briggs

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 than contrite.

— Patricia Briggs

He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.

— Patricia Briggs

Honey will wipe the floor with you." His eyes went half-mast, and his voice dropped in evident pleasure. "I know.

— Patricia Briggs

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

— Patricia Briggs

I can't protect you from knowledge.

— Patricia Briggs

Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran

— Patricia Briggs

I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.

— Patricia Briggs