Quotes from J.R. Ward

Not his circus, not his monkeys

Life is crazy. The foolish thing is thinking it isn't.

If he had been one of Xcor's males, the Brother might well have had to be killed so that Xcor could retain his prime position: It was a basic tenent of leadership that one eliminated those who presented a potential challenge to one's position ... although it wasn't as if his band were incompetents—after all, one had to eliminate the weak as well. The Bloodletter had taught him that and so much more.

And then he let out a predatory hiss— —and bit her so hard she had to hold back a curse. Now

Wrath jammed a finger in V's face. "Don't follow me. We clear? You don't follow me." "You stupid fool," V said with total exhaustion. "You're the king. We all must follow you." -Wrath & Vishous

You're what," she whispered. "I want to hear you say it." "I'm hard," he moaned. "For you." Yes

And yet, as inevitable as this felt, there was so much that was unexpected, too. She hadn't anticipated feeling so . . . powerful: She got the very clear sense that as big as he was, as strong as he was, she was in charge—anything she wanted from him, needed from him, he would give her, do for her, find for her. After he was finished with the sex.

Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People.

I want to meet you in person." "Sorry, I'm not into dating." "Yeah, I can imagine with that face of yours you don't have much luck there. But I don't want you for sex." "I'm so relieved. Now who the fuck are you?

I already checked, Rhage muttered. They have the DVDs--they're probably watching the extended, uncut versions. So the strippers aren't circumcised? Lassiter put his palms up again before the growling got even worse. Jesus, you guys are so damn touchy.

Honestly, you stretch those vowels out any longer and we're going to have to put you on life support." - Ivie

He and that woman were probably going to have to cross paths again. She was about to have a big problem in her life

The female was out and around to him quicker than a breath, and as she slipped and slid, and then landed right on him, Trez wanted to scream. He didn't. Nope. As she fell on top of him…he put his arms around her and fucking kissed her. —

She didn't question the need to have him inside of her. She only knew that she was going to die if he didn't take his pants off. Now.

And why had those prayers focused heavenward? Well, kind of made sense, didn't it? Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart's wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above. And gifts did come from the sky, like spring rain and summer breezes and fall sun and winter snow.

Supposed to in one hand, s*** in the other; see what you get the most of- V to Rhage

What, like you didn't think I'd have a second knife? Fucking idiot.

For him, the control over his subs' minds and bodies was what he was after. The things he did to them sexually or otherwise, the things he said, what he made them wear…it was all carefully calibrated for effect. Sure, there was pain involved, and yeah, maybe they cried from the vulnerability and the fear. But they begged him for more.

Animals have a way of being closer to our hearts than people, sometimes

Life. In all it's mundane majesty.

The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.

Sacrifice was also in the eye of the beholder. Like beauty, it was a personal, subjective assessment, a cost-benefit analysis that had no right answer, only a compass that spun around an individual's variant of true north. Throe

The brain has a way of confirming its own hypotheses. It's how we function in our world. That which fits within our definition and perspective of our existence is retained, if not amplified. That which does not is either rationalized or cast aside until an event so great or profound occurs that we must rethink everything.

Zsadist scese dall'auto e girò intorno al baule. Dopo un secolo in cui per scelta era sempre stato a stecchetto, adesso aveva messo su dodici chili abbondanti sui suoi quasi due metri di altezza. La cicatrice in faccia restava evidente, così come le fasce che gli avevano tatuato intorno al collo e ai polsi quand'era uno schiavo di sangue, ma grazie a Bella, la sua shellan, i suoi occhi non erano più due pozzi neri d'odio. Quasi più.