I don’t know who you think you are” — my mother’s voice was low and dangerous — “but if you don’t get out of my way right this instant, it won’t matter.” Adam was the Alpha werewolf in charge of the local pack. He was tough. He could be mean when he had to — and he wouldn’t stand a chance against my mom.

— Patricia Briggs

I don't like it when I outweigh my men.

— Patricia Briggs

I don't like lies," said Bran, and I knew I'd failed to keep the pain of his revelation from my face. "Not even lies of omission. Hard truths can be dealt with, triumphed over, but lies will destroy your soul.

— Patricia Briggs

I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily. Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.

— Patricia Briggs

If creation was given no limit, ultimately everything would cease to exist.

— Patricia Briggs

If she knows how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.

— Patricia Briggs

If there was such evil in the world, was it possible that there was good, too?

— Patricia Briggs

I like that people can just look at you and know that you are taken, that you are mine.” He closed his eyes and laughed. “And yes, I know that sentiment is at the top of the Women’s Liberation Movement’s list of things not to say to a modern woman.

— Patricia Briggs

Intelligent men are dangerous.

— Patricia Briggs

Into the breach, then. Against mobs of middle-aged moms and frightening harridans we shall prevail.” She nodded sharply, raising an invisible sword. “And damned be he—she—who cries, ‘Hold, enough!’”“Misquote Shakespeare in front of Samuel, I dare you,” I told her, and she laughed.

— Patricia Briggs