Quotes from J.R. Ward

Sixteen coffins. Stacked two high and four deep. The casings for the dead were made out of different kinds of wood, and they had aged in different ways—but what was inside them had something in common. They were the remains of the damned. Brothers who had not been granted proper Fade Ceremonies. Or could not be granted them.

The King pointed to the carpet at his feet. "On your knees, bastard." —

Rhage piped up. "Also, let's face it. You're the most reasonable one in this group." "A full cock going off," somebody chimed in. "Instead of a half cock like the rest of us." "Quarter cock in Rhage's case—" Hollywood wheeled around and glared at V. "Okay, fuck you—" "With what?

Fuck me!" he belted out. Yes, please, his cock replied with a kick.

The thing with true family, from everything he'd learned? Sometimes they shared DNA with you. Sometimes they didn't. And given that the blood connection only went so far, the friends you chose were what made up the slack when your relatives sucked.

You don't have to be searching to find what you need.

Destiny was like the passage of time, however, immutable and unforgiving and uninterested in the personal opinion of those who breathed.

What happened to your other nut? Was one of those ponies hungry?

Wrath would always come first for him. It was true for all the Brothers. And considering what Wrath had done to the game room, that was not a bad thing.

Knock her dead, my man." "Oh, no." Xcor shook his head. "That shan't be necessary. This one I like.

At this moment in time," came the hiss in his ear, "we know two things. But only one of them is a game changer.

Sometimes the fact that you were forced to be strong was enough to actually turn you into what you had to be.

Weight carried, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally, slowed you down.

Let me get this straight. You and I are in the Brotherhood's mobile surgical van, on our way to the training center because you were shot and now have a tube in your head to reduce brain swelling...and you're coming on to me? My gray matter isn't the only thing getting bigger. You're like the indestructible slut, aren't you. You know, to most people, slut is an insult. He tried to lift his had to make the point. And failed. I personally take it as a compliment. Shows commitment to my work.

The nurse stared at him with such shock, it was clearly the first time anyone had not provided her with a safe, supported, emotionally aware and nurturing, micro-aggression-free educational platform.

Knock her dead, my man." "Oh, no." Xcor shook his head. "That shan't be necessary. This one I like." •   Ã¢â'¬Â¢   Ã¢â'¬Â¢

Why the hell do you care?" With a shrug, Mayhem replied, "I don't have anything better to do. And I haven't been allowed to watch TV for how long? Your drama is going to be my new favorite show.

Where's Rehvenge?" "I'm right here.

And not in the crazy fuck's normal bizarre-drobe of zebra stripes and feather boas. The angel had a flannel shirt tied around his waist. Blue jeans that were one trip through the wash away from losing their structural integrity. And a Nirvana shirt from the Saint Andrew's Hall performance in Detroit on October 11, 1991. That

She glanced over at the heavy

snagged a Tootsie Pop—then saw that it was orange, and traded that for a grape one.

If anyone ever wanted to sense the infinity of time and existence, all they had to do was look at the night sky and feel their precious dead staring back at them. It was the great duality of union and separation.

Unfortunately, you choose things because they're safer---that is understandable, though. Inanimate objects don't do unexpected things or break your heart or betray you. Objects are safe. People are complicated.

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