River Marked (Mercy Thompson, #6)

by Patricia Briggs

“Pup,” he said into the sudden silence, “today, I’m giving you one of my treasures. You see that you take proper care of her.”

My mother would not be nearly as terrifying if she weren’t right so often.

He dropped a second rabbit at my feet and lay down in front of me, nose on his paws and his ears flattened. Nothing says you’re sorry like a dead bunny.

tried to think like Adam—a very smart person poisoned by testosterone.

‘Look, God, see what I made. Pretty cool, eh? Could you watch out for it?’”

No-pocket jeans are only slightly less irritating than thong underwear.

“Rash Coyote Who Runs With Wolf. We could shorten it to Dinner Woman.”

“Coyote,” said Hopi Woman dryly, “doesn’t much worry about understanding anything, which is why he understands so much.”

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.”

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.”