River Marked (Mercy Thompson, #6)

by Patricia Briggs

“Your ability to survive anything that gets thrown at you sometimes leaves the rest of us swallowing ulcer medication for days afterward. I don’t like the taste of Maalox.”

I might question Uncle Jim, but only a fool asks Grandpa Gordon anything: He just might answer.”

Someday, I’m going to meet some supernatural creature who tells me everything I should know up front and in a forthright manner—but I’m not going to hold my breath.

People don’t tend to take warnings about monsters who are going to eat them very seriously. Especially when they come from total strangers.” “This is true,” said Gordon heavily as he walked around the end of the trailer. “It is why those who know things must sound mysterious. It is like fishing. The mystery the bait, the truth the hook—which is why it sometimes hurts.”

Tell you what. If you make me mad enough to aim a gun at you—I’ll aim for right between your eyes.” “So I won’t feel it?” he asked. I nipped him again, but gently, just a scrape of my teeth. “No. So the bullet will just bounce off your hard head.” He laughed. “Birds of a feather, Mercy.”

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.

All change brings bad things and good things to replace the bad and good things that were before. It is natural to look back and say it was better before—but that does not make it true. Different is not worse. It is just different.”

“All that is mortal dies. Death is not such a bad thing. What would be a bad thing would be living without challenges. Without knowing defeat, we cannot know what victory is. There is no life without death.”

I’d rather fight monsters with you than with anyone else I can think