Patricia Briggs Quotes

Terror made me cruel.

When people feel threatened by you, they find something that is belittling.

When language fails, violence becomes a language; I never had that feeling.

Scared ya, did I? Aw, that's sweet. Don't worry the shocks won't kill me," she whispered. "They only make me stronger. Anyway, it was worth it to give that cow a black eye, ya know?

I need no bodyguard at all, for even the bravest men who approach me get weak at the knees and their hearts turn to water, whilst their heads become giddy and incapable of thinking as the sweat of fear paralyzes them.

Pain is superficial, and therefore fear is. The torments of martyrdoms are probably most keenly felt by the by-standers.

Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.

And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social. Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em.

Hate is an automatic response to fear, for fear humiliates.

No sign of pleasure greeted the announcement. The mood in the hall was leaden. My mood was livelier. Fright is livelier than lead.

Threats alone, are the weapons of the threatened man.

I watched her, waiting. She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed. I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.

There's more impact if you burn somebody with your eyes, look straight into him and let him know with a look.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

Just in case you get any ideas, know that I’ll be sleeping with a can of Mace in one hand and pepper spray in the other.” - Katie Jorlan's expression turned mocking. “Just in case you get any ideas, know that I’ll be sleeping with a feather in one hand and massage oil in the other.

Fear, she's the mother of violence.

I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

Cowardice is the mother of cruelty.

His eyes widened just a bit, his lips flexed. I realized he was trying not to laugh. I hate it when people find my threats amusing.

Men don't respond to words. What they respond to is "no contact".

The scalded head feares cold water.

The only thing that gets me high is the musky scent of my enemy's fear

Stop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here

She sits up. I can’t read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. “I didn’t think you were going to be here.” “I live here.

I've never seen you hide from anyone before. He must do something crazy to you.