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“Anna gave Charles a shy kiss on the cheek and strolled out of the room without a backward glance. Until she reached the doorway, and then, in full view of the curious who'd had the courage or discourtesy to linger in the auditorium after he'd dismissed them, she kissed her palm and blew it to him. And despite... or because of their audience, he caught it in one hand, and pulled the hand to his heart. Her smile dropped away, and the expression in her eyes would feed him for a week. And the expressions on the faces of the wolves who knew Charles, or knew his reputation, would make him laugh as soon as no one was watching.”

Quote by Patricia Briggs

Work

Hunting Ground

In 'Hunting Ground,' readers are taken on a gripping journey through a community shrouded in secrecy and fear. The story unfolds as a series of unsettling incidents begin to disrupt the lives of its residents, leading to a chilling climax that reveals the true nature of the town's dark secrets. more

Author

Patricia Briggs
Patricia Briggs

Patricia Briggs is an American author known for her works in the fantasy and science fiction genres. Born in 1965, she began publishing her works in 1993. Briggs' novels are celebrated for their complex characters and engaging plots. more

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