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

Patricia Briggs

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Patricia Briggs
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: February 28
Novelist
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Butte
Montana
Reflection
Reality
Coyotes
Epitome
Archetype

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My mother was a children's librarian. I remember when traditional stories were revised for modern audiences until they bore only a nodding acquaintance with the originals, but were released as 'authentic Indian stories' when they were, in fact, nothing of the kind.
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Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.
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If it would benefit you, I would kill every wolf here. But there are things that you need to do -- and interfering with that is not protecting, not in my book. The best way for me to protect you is to encourage you to be able to protect yourself.
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There isn’t a person in this city more dangerous than a wolf whose mate is in danger.
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He left the key in the ignition. No one was likely to come up here and steal the truck- and if anyone did... well, he could deal with Charles
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Mercy, he said,in a fair fight between near equals, I'll back you every time. It's the demons, vampires, and river devils I worry about, and I'm working on that.
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Warren made a noise, the first one I'd heard out of him since we'd come into the room. I'd have been happier if he hadn't sounded scared. Easy, Warren, Adam told him. You're safe here.” If you die on us, you won't be, said Kyle with a growl that would have done credit to any of the werewolves in the room.
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There is something incredibly arousing about being wanted. I pulled my hand back and sucked in a deep breath. “Adam,” I said.
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She 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.
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Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.
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A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.
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People as old and powerful as he should never be given someone to love. For Anna he would destroy the world.
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One of the oddest things about being grown-up was looking back at something you thought you knew and finding out the truth of it was completely different from what you had always believed. (Bone Crossed)
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I am not attempting to preserve culture, or record actual events or stories. Instead I bow my head in gratitude to those storytellers who have gone before and paved a way for me play in their stomping grounds. Doubtless those who want to be offended, will - allowing me to make them happy, too, which pleases me as much as it pleases them.
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Adam didn't approve of Wal-Mart.
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Over the years, she'd learned not to question him to closely—mostly because he wouldn't answer her.
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She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.
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Samuel laughed out loud. You still haven't figured it out, have you, Mercy? He never was mad about the car. He was the first one at the scene of the accident. He thought you'd killed yourself. We all did. That was a pretty spectacular wreck.
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During my last year of college I wrote the same ten pages over and over again. Those ten pages became the first few pages of my first novel. I can still recite the opening paragraph from memory - only now I cringe when I do it because they are - surprise! - a classic example of overwriting, in addition to being a more than a little pretentious.
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Apparently deciding Charles’s brief introduction wasn’t good enough, his brother reintroduced himself. “Dr. Samuel Cornick, elder brother and tormentor. Very nice to meet you, Anna—
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