Drink it,โ I told her. โItโs good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I donโt drink it, so I ran over to your house and stole the expensive stuff in your freezer. It shouldnโt be that bad. Samuel told me to make it strong and pour sugar into it. It should taste sort of like bitter syrup.โ She gave me a smile smile, then a bigger one, and plugged her nose before she drank it down in one gulp. โNext time," she said in a hoarse voice, โI make the coffee.
Patricia BriggsWhat would a racist call werewolves? Wargs? She kind of liked that one, but suspected that racist bastards didn't read Tolkien.
Patricia BriggsI narrowed my eyes at him. "Stuff that. I'll write a doctoral thesis. Then I can go do what most of the other people with doctoral degrees in anthropology do." "What's that?" asked Calvin. "You don't need to encourage her," said Adam seriously, but his eyes laughed at me. "The same thing that people with degrees in history do," I said. "Fix cars or serve frnech fries and bad hamburgers.
Patricia BriggsWhen 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. โScott?โ Adam said as we headed upstairs. โYeah?โ โUnless someone shoots you, skins you, and throws the results on the floor, I donโt want to see you lying in the walkway again.โ โYessir!
Patricia BriggsIt's only fair to warn you that you sealed your fate tonight. When you knew you were in trouble, you came to me. That makes twice, Mercy, and twice is almost as good as a declaration. You are mine now... Ben says you might run. If you do, I will find you and bring you back. Every time you run, Mercy. I won't force you, but... I won't leave or let you leave either. If you can fight that cursed fairy drink, you can certainly overcome any advantage being an Alpha gives me if you really want to. No more excuses, Mercy. You are mine, and I am keeping you.
Patricia Briggs