Quotes from J.R. Ward

Well...he's back in an exam room. Should I get out a quarter? Everybody groaned. There was only one He out of the legions of male patients they treated, and coin bingo was typically how the staff decided who had to deal with him.

Rehv cleared his throat. "What book is that?" The Moor looked up, his almond-shaped eyes focusing with a sharpness Rehv could have done without. "You're awake." "What book?" "It's The Shadow Death Lexicon." "Light reading. And here I thought you were a Candace Bushnell fan.

Death was one sure way to find peace, Rhage thought. And everyone died. Even vampires. Eventually.

Blay found himself envying the couple a little. Not about the familial estrangement, for sure. But God ... to be able to be seen with your mate in public, show your love for them, have your relationship respected by everyone else? Heterosexual couples took that for granted because they never knew anything different. Their unions were sanctioned by the glymera, even if the pairs were not in love, or were cheating on each other or were otherwise a fraud. Two males? Hah.

A gust of wind went Nike across the flat landscape

He had been aware of the distance traveled by his heart, similar to the way a hiker became lost in the wilderness. A half mile out and you could still see where you had started, could easily find the way back home. But ten miles and a number of forks in your trail later and there was no going back. At that point, you had no choice but to marshal the resources to build yourself a shelter and put down fresh roots.

The heavy soul will not pass though the body is failing.

I've said I was sorry," Qhuinn intoned. "But I don't think I've ever said thank you. So, yeah… thank you.

It was such a shame, John thought to himself, that it took death to make him appreciate the living so much.

He had a weakness, though. All of us do, and those of us who think they do not are not being honest.

She is more beautiful than I have words for." He lifted his eyes to Phury's. "And last night I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.

Only if it were raining thumbtacks and hairpins, you letch.

Butch sighed in relief. Listen, man, do me a favor. Warn me before you pull another stunt like that. I'd rather choose. Then he smiled a little. And we still ain't dating. V laughed in a short burst. Go to sleep, roomie. You can kick my ass for this later. I will

May I take your vein for a moment? I find myself... curiously depleted Okay, right. Talk about your Johnny-on-the-spots: He locked them in and all but tore off his arm and threw it at her.

But for some reason, his feelings were hurt. Which was insane. The plan had been for the two of them to use each other. Fair trade. No emotions, just fucking. It was his standard currency. So what the hell was his problem?

Goddamn Lassiter. Dinner invite. Sal's. WTF. The last thing he wanted to do was sit across from that angel and listen to a Reservoir Dogs opener about dick symbolism in Deadpool. The problem? His brother, iAm, did make the best Bolognese anywhere, and besides, if Trez didn't show? Lassiter was just the flavor of asshole to turn up here in a clown costume and honk his nose until Trez lost his mind.

I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.

Maybe he had to stop thinking TVs were sending him messages. Because this was a dumb fucking idea.

Matter of fact, when it came to manscaping, all he had was a dark stripe that ran between his belly button and his... You know, maybe size did matter, she thought.

You and I are not going to survive long term, regardless of love or bonding, if you keep airbrushing things. If I keep airbrushing things. It's not a good strategy for us—and if this makes you feel like you're on the spot? As if I'm giving you an ultimatum? I don't care. If anything gets in the way of our relationship, anything, I will mow that shit down—even if it is you.

Sometimes strength rested not in resistance, but in the release of arms against a foe of one's own creation.

If deaths came in threes . . . he thought numbly. Who was going to be the third one?

the only one who wanted to be free. Surprise, surprise. CHAPTER

I've never stopped wanting you, Lizzie. Thinking about you. Wishing you were with me. Hell, I feel like I've been in a relationship with a ghost … I see you in my dreams every night – you're so real that I can touch you, feel you, be with you." "You've got to stop." "I can't. Lizzie…I can't.