Quotes from J.R. Ward

And suddenly it wasn't a joke. The further she went, the more serious Lassiter got, and the shakier Wrath's shellan became, as if the words she were speaking were ones of great value and meaning. This was tradition for her, he realized.

If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.

No," Wrath said without looking away from Xcor. "Before we kumbaya this shit, you're going to do something for me, right here and now." The King pointed to the carpet at his feet. "On your knees, bastard." —

Her deep sigh was the best compliment he'd ever been paid.

F*ck that - why is your GPS in your kitchen Because that's where I was when I took it out of my phone What the hell, V. Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and b#tch slap someone. ~Butch and Vishous, Lover Unleashed.

This is getting us nowhere, he muttered after a moment. You're absolutely right. So fuck off. Have a nice life, hope all your holier-than-thou keeps you warm during the day. ~ Paradise to Craeg

His big body was nothing but death waiting for a place to happen.

You told me I could beat him. You promised. ~Vishous

Fine. It was Goddamn Cat, then.

Because, hey, nothing says, "I wanna date ya," like grounds for a restraining order.

Jeez, you go rogue once and slaughter a bunch of humans after they torture your girlfriend, and suddenly you're a leaper.

Well, duh. He was six feet, six inches tall and built like a brick shithouse.

Stepping onto the bath mat, that was also done in that god-awful deep pinky red, he toweled himself off. Still erect. Glancing at his fighting clothes, he found himself loath to put them upon his skin. Rough. Scratchy. Dirty. Mayhap the feminine environment was contaminating him. Xcor ended up in the big bed, naked, upon his back. Still erect.

After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate. No matter what your skin color was or how much money you had, whether you were gay or straight, or an atheist or a true believer, from where she stood, everyone was equal. And loved by someone, somewhere.

Michael Rafferty was a good man. A solid man. He was never going to be Hugh Jackman handsome or Bill Gates rich or King of England powerful. But he was hers and he was Sean's and that was more than enough

Because love in its many forms always endured. It was the infinite. The eternal. That which sustained.

Don't trust me. Don't like me. I could give a shit. But don't you ever lie to me.

Panting, he looked into a face he couldn't see. What the fuck is your problem? I'm bored. With that, she head-butted him right in the goddamn nose.

He looks like a bumblebee caught under a glass," Lassiter remarked. Butch glanced over at the angel. "I know you're immortal and shit, but you better run like a motherfucker when you let him out." "You know, I'm inclined to agree with you.

I see you, he thought. And you are beautiful to me.

Reilly's closet looked like Marilyn Manson's. Assuming he'd been reborn as an accountant.

Reilly is fine." For a moment, his lids dropped low, and she could have sworn that he muttered under his breath something like, She sure is. But no doubt it was her new underwear making her hear things.

Normally, Lassiter was the kind of guy who was so upbeat most folks couldn't decide whether to shoot him to put everyone out of their misery … or just grab some popcorn and a Coke and watch the show. Because even if he pissed you off, it was always hella funny

I am praying for your eternal soul. Don't bother. Come on, don't you want to go to Heaven? I wouldn't know anyone up there. And don't get too prissy with that religious bullshit, true? I don't want to spend an eternity without you, so you need to come to Dhunhd with me. Will they have milk duds there? yes, but they'll all be melted together. And we'll be surrounded by Yankees fans, televangelists, and no booze. We'll think of some way to pass the time. We always do.