Quotes from J.R. Ward

Man Rhage muttered, someone hit this place with the Hallmark stick. Until it broke.

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?

Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch. It was Zsadist. His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang. The scarred one, the souless one, had the voice of an angel.

Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.

All of us are taking the night off, Wrath said abruptly. We need some regroup time. Rhage snorted from across the table. You're not going to make us play Monopoly again, are you? Yup. A collective groan rose up from the Brotherhood, one that Wrath ignored. Right after dinner.

I have no words. Sixteen languages, but no words. -Vishous

V shook his head. "Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How'd you like that anywhere near a female you loved?" Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage's body. "We're going to need a shitload of steel," the human muttered.

You don't know this yet. But you are Mine - Wrath

I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.

Thanks for putting me up for it ... trahyner . As V's eyes flared, Butch said, Yeah, I looked up what the word meant. 'Beloved Friend' fits you perfect as far as I'm concerned. V Flushed. Cleared his throat. Good Deal, cop. Good... deal.

Qhuinn: What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me? Blay: What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?

For fuck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood.

They don't fit you? V asked his roommate. Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People. Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. I mean, come on. They're for fighting, not fashion. So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan. And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off. Butch assumed a bored expression. You can bite me.

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. -Phury's thoughts

Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.

You're getting into some kind of shape, cop. Aw, come on, now. Butch grinned. Don't let that shower we took go to your head. Rhage fired a towel at the male. Just pointing out your beer gut's gone. It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.

Ride? Rhage snorted. Please. That thing is a sewing machine with an air dam taped to it. My GTO could dust the fucker in fourth gear from a dead stop. When there was an odd sound from behind, John looked back. So did the three Brothers. What. Xhex bristled and crossed her arms over her chest. I can laugh, you know. And that's . . . pretty damn funny. Rhage beamed. I knew I liked you.

God, he even knew their names. Rhage. Phury. And that scary-ass Zsadist guy. Yeah, no Tom, Dick, and Harry names for the vampire types. But come on, could you actually imagine some lethal bloodsucker named Howard? Eugene?

All I know is, she's a pounding in my chest that I can't ignore. . . hell, that I don't WANT to ignore. [Rhage]

A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.

The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other. -Rhage That depends more on your mouth than any floorplan. -Phury

Tell you what, you let me go, and I'll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I'm slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.

Gimme an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! What's it spell? HEAD FUCK. - Jane

Man, he wasn't going to need a stress test anytime soon. If his heart could get through a kiss from her, he could probably run a marathon. While dragging a car behind him. Sideways to the road.