Quotes from J.R. Ward

if she thought she'd seen his eyes burn before, it was nothing compared to what they were doing now. Frost had never been so hot.

Chaos and love when hand in hand and oh, the glorious grace of the world because of it.

Three a.m. in downtown Caldwell, New York, gave you just enough obstacles to keep shit amusing.

Sometimes, nothing made you feel older and more worn out than the happiness of others. And yes, that was uncharitable—but that was why it was good that inner thoughts were things one shared only with oneself.

Qhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOB's skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hosts' rugs. And the deadweight of the body. Seemed only hospitable.

I was living with this sense that there was something going on, something important, but I didn't know what it was. It was like...I knew the secret was there, and it was a dark one, but I just couldn't reach it. Nearly drove me mad.

Mary is…different to me. I'm not going to pretend I understand why. All I know is, she's a pounding in my chest that I can't ignore…hell, that I don't want to ignore.

Jim finished his beer and wondered how in the hell he'd found himself in the role of Cupid. Man, if those four lads even thought about getting him to wear the wings and a diaper while he nocked his arrow, he was so renegotiating his employee contract. And not with words.

Looking at herself in the mirror. And for the first time in her life, she respected what she saw. Bowing to her reflection, she said softly, "Pleased to meet you.

You know you were with the lessers, true? Butch lifted one of his busted-up hands. And here I thought I'd been to Elizabeth Arden.

Someone put opera on inside the house. Someone changed it to hip-hop, thank God. Someone started a shower. Someone vacuumed. Again. Life. In all its mundane majesty. And you couldn't take advantage of it if you were sitting on your ass in the shadows... whether it was in actuality, or metaphorically because you were trapped in an attic's darkness.

as well as Assail and his two cousins, Fang I and II.

I hate this goddamn cat." "I can tell.

Indeed, Xcor stayed away for the wrong reason, the bad reason, an unacceptable reason—in spite of all his training, he found himself choosing Throe's life over ambition: His anger had taken him in one direction, but his regret had led him in another. And the latter one was what won out.

Destiny is not a straightaway. It's cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do...and find ourselves where we are.

The good parts are more luminous because you can trust them. And the bad parts can't get any more tragic for precisely the same reason. The past is safe because it is indelible.

The Brother pulled Craeg to his feet....and embraced him. Good job son. I'm proud of you. Craeg blinked his eyes fast, as if he were tearing up. The he seemed to give up the fight against his emotions by closing his lids, tucking his head and sagging into the Brother's arms. And that, Rhage said in a loud approving voice, is how you do it.

So, yeah, his people wouldn't have just frowned on his sex life; they would have handled him only with barbecue tongs while wearing a Hazmat suit and a welding mask

Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgment, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang on to, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past… And into a future that didn't require lies or excuses, because what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary—and not hing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.

Great rationalizations. All of which her adrenal gland middle-fingered and then carried right on.

In his old life, the answer would have been easy: He'd have just put a gun to Vin's head and dragged the fucker to the altar. Now? He needed to be a little more civilized.

You're so damned superior," she muttered. "I'm the son of a fucking deity. You want me to be average?

just like peaches, he said, stripping off her panties. And I love peaches. -Wrath

He needs to die. When everybody looked at Rehvenge, the guy shrugged. Plain and simple. Let's not bullshit around with protocol and meetings. Let's just take him out. Don't you think that's a little bloodthirsty, sin-eater? Wrath drawled. From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now. And he was, with a smile.