Quotes from J.R. Ward

She was a mahmen. She was a lover. She was a proud female, a strong female, a female who knew right from wrong, family from stranger, good from evil. She had lived through two birthings and stood up to a Brother just now, and she would take on the King if she had to. She was fallible and could get confused and might well flounder from time to time. But she would survive. That was what the strong did.

tonight as well. Fucking John Matthew. Ever since she'd barged into his brain and saw what he'd been doing to himself whenever he thought about her…she'd been doing likewise. Fucking. John Matthew. Like she needed this shit?

As much as you wanted someone to change and believed they could, they were in control of their life. Not you. And you could throw yourself against the wall of their choices until you were black-and-blue and dizzy as hell, but unless they decided to take a different road, the outcome wasn't going to be what you wanted.

What do you think?" she asked in his voice. "We should totally remember this for Halloween, right?

Because,really,someone needed to welcome the son of bitch with a head butt.

Pigs flying. Hell freezing over. Miley planting her twerking ass in a chair and keeping it there as a public service.

No lie. I might fuck with your bathroom. But never, ever about this." Rhage's

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

Before he could start asking, a family joined them in the wait for the elevator, the daughters running around, the parents looking like they were stuck in a version of hell that smelled like bubble gum, and was populated by short demons in matching fairy princess outfits that asked for ice cream every three minutes.

Right. Got it. And he was glad it was Z. Undoubtedly the guy was well aware of his fucked-up mood, but unlike some of the others—*cough*Rhage*cough*—he would never pry.

Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean…hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like…bus exhaust or some shit.

Yes, she thought. The one who had always felt a little lost had found her footing and her voice. And it turned out both were that of a lion.

Dear God. Her eyes didn't match the gentle lilt of her voice at all. They belonged to a warrior. Gunmetal gray, surrounded by lashes the color of her hair, they were grave, serious, reminding him of males who had fought and survived battle. They were staggeringly beautiful in their strength.

She got her phone again and went into the received-calls log and fired up Rehvenge's number. She took a deep breath and a long pull on the latte. And hit send. Destiny had a 518 area code. Who knew.

dressed in blue-and-orange and red-and-white. "What is this?" she asked numbly. "On the screen?" "It's the Iron Bowl from 'thirteen. Auburn–'Bama. Auburn wins with a one-hundred-and-nine-yard kick back run. War Damn Eagle.

I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came…and I was awakened.

It was always better to follow a bumpy course of one's own than a smooth but intractable trail set by another. The former was harder, yet far more vital. The latter was like a living death...except you didn't know you were dying because you were in a coma.

The conviction was as solid as the bones beneath her skin: Even the powerful needed protection sometimes.

Trez looked at his hands. "I didn't ask for this." "No one asks for life." The executioner hiked iAm's body up higher. "And sometimes they do not ask for death.

Courtesy of their tempers, both were now dressed in the Captain Asshole costume—which included, for no extra charge, the cape of disgrace, the booties of shame, and keys to the Fuck Up mobile. Christ

I had her all over my face. It was fantastic.

Well…damn. It was so hard not to notice how beautiful he was, how kind, how smart and loving, how considerate.

Then again, when you were facing the right person? None of the things they talked about on television, no Vera Wang dress, no champagne waterfall, no DJ or place setting or party favor mattered. "'I

I don't believe in true love." When was the last time you saw the sun? "My transition." And yet it has continued to exist and warm the planet and sustain life, even without the benefit of your eyes. You're less powerful than that, Balthazar. True love does not require your acknowledgment to be a force in this world.