Werewolf games," Mercy said solemnly, "play for keeps, or go home." She was so cute sometimes it made Adam's heart hurt.
Patricia BriggsTags: mercy cute adam heart-hurt werewolf-games
Coyote never loses. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play. What are the rules of your game?
Patricia BriggsTags: inspirational coyote
Yes," he said sincerely. "Such a one deserves peanut butter on the seat of his pants.
Patricia BriggsTags: humor mercy peanut-butter asil silly
I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.
Patricia BriggsTags: vampires witches werewolves fae mercy-thompson coyotes urban-fantasy
She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.
Patricia BriggsThen he'd come back home and found out that war didn't cause fear—love did.
Patricia BriggsShe was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that... and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.
Patricia BriggsShe was his and he hers.
Patricia BriggsParanoia: the gift of the survivor and the burden of the overtired, stressed, and terrified...
Patricia BriggsTags: humor mercy-thompson frost-burned
I jerked my chin toward Frost’s body. ‘All that is required for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing.’
Hao said, “Life is not safe. A man might spend his whole time on earth staying safe in a basement, and in the end, he still dies like everyone else.” Half-naked, covered with the same filth we all were, he still gave the impression of being in control of himself and his environment.
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