Will Cornick Quotes & Sayings

Sebastian stretched. Clara stared. She could not help it. He was still in his breeches and shirt and she was riveted by the deliciously tight fit of the buckskins over his thighs.

"You could avert your eyes," Sebastian said mildly.

"I could," Clara agreed, "but I am not going to."

He smiled. "Hussy."

"I know. But I have waited a long time-- — Nicola Cornick

Into the breach, then. Against mobs of middle-aged moms and frightening harridans we shall prevail."
She nodded sharply, raising an invisible sword. "And damned be he - she - who cries, 'Hold, enough!'"
"Misquote Shakespeare in front of Samuel, I dare you," I told her, and she laughed. — Patricia Briggs

What do you mean? Leslie's voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day. — Patricia Briggs

Charles could care less about shoes - and he suspected he wasn't alone among men in his feelings. Shoe, no shoe, he didn't care. Naked was good, though over the past couple of weeks he was beginning to think that dressed in his clothes was a decent second best. — Patricia Briggs

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 — Patricia Briggs

Fortunately, he'd found that most people were easy to locate at five thirty in the morning. — Patricia Briggs

Illegitimis nil carborundum. — Patricia Briggs

There are big bad wolves all over the world who tremble at the sound of his name, yet a little puny coyote girl peanut-buttered the seat of Bran Cornick's car because he told her that she should wear a dress to perform for the pack. — Patricia Briggs

One of the things I enjoy most about writing historical romance is researching inspiring backgrounds and settings. — Nicola Cornick

If she kept wondering about how much of her life Bran engineered, she'd end up on a funny farm knitting caps for ducks. — Patricia Briggs

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 - — Patricia Briggs

I find writing really hard, but then, every author I know finds writing really hard work. — Nicola Cornick

Anna Campbell and I have already done a history tour of parts of the U.K., and it would be fun to invite my fellow Word Wench Cara Elliott along, too! — Nicola Cornick

My grandfather would have loved to have met you," he told her huskily. "He would have called you 'She Moves Trees Out of His Path.' "
She looked lost, but his da laughed. He'd known the old man, too.
"He called me 'He Who Must Run into Trees,'" Charles explained, and in a spirit of honesty, a need for his mate to know who he was, he continued, "or sometimes 'Running Eagle.' "
" 'Running Eagle'?" Anna puzzled it over, frowning at him. "What's wrong with that?"
"Too stupid to fly," murmured his father with a little smile. — Patricia Briggs

His brother maintained that what sent people backing away was neither his size nor his mother's blood, but solely the expression on his face. To test Samuel's theory, Charles had tried smiling - and then solemnly reported to Samuel that he had been mistaken. When Charles smiled, he told Samuel, people just ran faster. — Patricia Briggs

There isn't a person in this city more dangerous than a wolf whose mate is in danger. — Patricia Briggs

This was not a man who wanted to give up his mate. This was a man trying to do the honorable thing - and give her a choice, no matter hiw much it cost him. — Patricia Briggs

Anna: "I thought Indians built fires with fiction."
Charles: "I can do that, but I'd like to eat sometime in the next day or so. Sterno and Bic are much faster. — Patricia Briggs

Um. Charles thinks that his wolf has chosen me as his mate."
"In less than one full day?" It did sound dumb when he said it that way.
"Yes." She couldn't keep the uncertainty out of her voice, though, and it bothered Charles. He rolled to his feet and growled softly.
"Charles also said I was an Omega wolf," she told his father. "That might have something to do with it as well."
Silence lengthened and she began to think that the cell phone might have dropped the connection. Then the Marrok laughed softly. "Oh his brother is going to tease him unmercifully about this. — Patricia Briggs

New rules. If you are smart enough to live, you won't hit Charles's mate in front of his father. — Patricia Briggs

I thought it would be quieter here." [Anna] hadn't meant to say anything, but the noise startled her.
"The wind in the trees," Bran said. "And there are some birds that stay year-round. Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones. — Patricia Briggs

Adam has always had ... heroic tendencies."
I touched Adam's arm. "He's my hero."
There was another pause ...
"That is the most romantic thing I've ever heard you say," Bran said. "Be careful, Adam, or you'll turn her into a real girl."
Adam looked at me. "I like her just the way she is, Bran." And he meant it, greasy overalls, broken fingernails, and all. — Patricia Briggs

My husband is very proud of me and what I do. Which I think is really sweet. — Nicola Cornick

And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves. — Patricia Briggs

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. — Patricia Briggs

Charles was most comfortable by himself or, if that wasn't possible, with his pack in the wild. Talking for hours in a crowded auditorium was not on any list of things he enjoyed - or things he was good at. At least no one had died. Yet. — Patricia Briggs

I don't think you're supposed to be able to get at that information," said Leslie.
"Don't look," said Goldstein, peering over Charles's shoulder. "We don't know anything about illegal hacking." He whistled cheerily. — Patricia Briggs

I consider myself hugely privileged to work at such a wonderful place as Ashdown, where I can step back into history and be inspired by both the setting and the people associated with it. — Nicola Cornick

So you didn't have any reason to be so mad I wrecked the car," I said, triumphantly.
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."
I started to say something and found I couldn't. The first thing I'd seen after hitting the tree was the Marrok's snarling face. I'd never seen him that angry - and I'd done a lot, from time to time, to inspire his rage. — Patricia Briggs

When I started writing, I didn't have the common sense to use a pseudonym, so I write under my own name. If I did have a pen name, though, it would be something very historical - something that sounds very sort of Regency ... Sophia something. — Nicola Cornick