Quotes from J.R. Ward

If I could, I would bleed out in your arms. I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be when I die.

Yes, she whispered. He kissed her forehead.Yes what,my leelan? I will marry you

Well . . . the good news in all this, he supposed, was that finding out his former trauma surgeon was a ghost? Barely a blip on his radar. His mind had been blown too many times to count, and like a joint that had been dislocated, it had total and complete freedom of movement. Of course, its functionality was fucked. But who was counting.

Yeah, I'm not a virgin and I hate writing.

I'm so sorry about Payne, I wanted to talk to you, but she'd made up her mind. I tried to work with her, I really did, but in the end, I just . . . I didn't . . . I didn't want you to be the one to do it. I would have rather lived with the horrible truth on my conscience for an eternity than have you kill your sister. Or have her hurt herself even more than she was." - Jane

archway and hit the light switch for the

Way too many people cloaked themselves in the mantle of victimhood, creating a vacuum of identity that they expected the world to rush in and fill with compassion that was undeserved.

With a gentle hand, he brushed his shellan's cheek. "I've never been in a relationship before you. I should have known that we'd hit a wall at some point." "That's the way it works.

The trouble was, he realized with dread, when your heart finally stopped beating in your chest, everything that you wished you'd said but hadn't, all the missing pieces of yourself that you had yet to give, all the failures you had stuffed under the rug in the guise of life being so very busy . . . that stopped, too. The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.

You are everything I need" - Vishous to Jane

As they passed, Duke nodded, and John Matthew, as he was called, did the same—and that was the extent of it. No one had ever heard the SOB say a word, but by the same token, anyone built like that didn't have to talk.

You know, you handled yourself last night. Don't know many humans who would have taken on Rhage or me. Much less in front of all the brothers." "Ah, now, don't get all mushy on me. We ain't dating.

As V arrived back at the mansion with the King, he'd really just plain fucking had it with everyone. And that included himself. But

It was Zsadist. His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang. The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.

Lessers were fewer and farther between now than ever, and there had been sightings, by others in the Brotherhood, of a very different kind of foe.

Here." She held out her stuffed tiger. "This is Mastimon. He has always protected me. You can hold him now.

Among all the phrases in all the languages in all the worlds, there was one that never lost its luster, no matter how many times it was spoken. I love you never got worn out.

Funny how losses were as much of a currency as happiness in life. Somehow, they were noticed more, though.

This was the nurse Rehv hoped he would get each time he came in. This was the one who made these visits even partially bearable. This was his Ehlena. -Rehv's thoughts

True enough. I say this all the time. 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...

At least I'm not pussy-whipped." "Nice. Fucking. Suit.

As Vishous seemed to find a partner in surly crime with Rhamp, Qhuinn found himself staring at the brother. For a lot of reasons. One

Ehlena was naturally lovely, with fine small features and that strawberry blond hair and those long, lean limbs. Her lips were pink because they were pink—not from some eighteen-hour, glossy, frosted grease coat. And her toffee-colored eyes were luminescent because they were yellow and red and gold all mixed together—not from a whole lot of paint-by-numbers shimmery shadow and slathered-on mascara. And her cheeks were flushed because he was getting under her skin. -Rehv's thoughts

Where were they—oh, right. The kitchen. In the Audience House. He had come in the back. So he could come…in the back.