Quotes from J.R. Ward

And as he held his first true lover against him, feeling that familiar difference in their heights and smelling that wonderful cologne, part of him wanted to debate this break up until they both gave in and kept trying. But that wasn't fair.

This is going to be a really long couple of months if we worry about ever little twinge. You just tried to throw up your liver. I did not. So you were working on your pancreas?

Zsadist: I didn't make up the rules of this scenario Wrath: You'll die if you go by yourself. Zsadist: Well... I'm kind of ready to get off the ride. Phury felt his skin get tight all over.

but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.

I ejaculated about ten minutes ago and the stuff was black. So everything is not normal. Silence greeted that happy little announcement. Man, if he had hauled off and sucker-punched V, he would have gotten less of a shocked-out reaction.

Time keeps on... slippin'... slippin'... slippin' into the future.

Oddly, she felt safe... as if the patient would protect her because of the vow he'd given her, and Red Sox would do the same because of his bond with the patient. Where the hell was the logic in that, she wondered. Gimme an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! What's it spell? HEAD FUCK. The patient leaned down to her ear. I can't see you as the cheerleader type. But you're right, we both would slaughter anything that so much as startled you.

In an earlier life, were you a pair of brakes? Try a brick wall.

He could feel V's eyes sharpen, the vampire's fierce intellect churning over the situation. Among the brothers, Vishous had the most raw brainpower, but he paid for the privilage. Man, Wrath sure had his own demons, and they were no walk in the park, but he wouldn't have wanted Vishous's cross to bear. Seeing what had yet to come was a terrible burden. -Wrath's thoughts

Hey V said into the darkness. Hey V went forward, rounding the foot of the bed, using the wall to navigate. Lowering his ass onto the mattress, he sat beside his best friend.

Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow

Butch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe.

Too bad the freedom seemed like a prison. As his boots hit the mosaic floor at the bottom of the stairs, John Mellencamp's old-school, bic-lighter anthem echoed in his head-and though he'd always like the song okay, he'd never truly understood what it meant. Kind of wished that were still the case. Life goes on...long after the thrill of living is gone...

The quick and the dead are all the same. Everyone's just looking for home.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

We're vampires," he said. "Not fairies." "Sometimes I'm not so sure about that. You see that study your king hangs out in?" "He's nearly blind." "Which explains why he hasn't hanged himself in that pastel train wreck." "I thought you were bitching about the gloom-and-doom decorating?" "I free-associate.

Man, you cannot be real, the human said softly. Why not? You just can't. She laughed a little. Well, I am. He cleared his throat again. Offered her a lopsided grin. Mind if I ask you to prove it? How? Can I touch your hair?

You're like your mahmen ," he whispered. "You make the world go away for me

Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohhhh, yeeeeeeeaaaah, who's your daddy...

Our boy looks impressed." "Should be," Rhage muttered as he jacked the belt on his robe. "We are awesome." Multiple groans at that point. Rolled eyes. "At least he didn't pull out the 'totes amazeballs,'" somebody muttered. "That's Lassiter," came an answer. "Man, that son of a bitch has got to stop watching Nickel-fucking-odeon.

I'm talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen." "I thought your mother was dead." "She is." "You have a very low standard for communication.

When she didn't say anything more, he frowned, thinking this was the pair of them in a nutshell: Standing three feet away from each other and being separated by miles.

Dedicated to : You. Man, you had me at Hard-ass, you really did. But then there was your Here's looking at you, kid... Mad love to you.

That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they'd recently added a Tragedy line.