Quotes from J.R. Ward

Xcor closed his eyes for the longest time. And then…he slowly sank onto both knees. For some reason, seeing him thus brought her to tears. But then witnessing a proud male submit, even under these circumstances, was emotional. Wrath

But then this one time, at band camp

Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage.

Swear your fealty unto me, this night and forever more, placing none upon the earth above me and mine." Xcor

And he was not surprised that the mahmen was the one who'd woman'd up. After however many years in homicide, he had learned about the differences between the sexes. Men were physically stronger, true. But the women? They were the warriors. As much as those males who had come with her would have run into a burning building to save her, not one of them was strong enough to take her place for this heartbreaking duty. Because they couldn't handle it. "All

And the storm he was deliberately creating raked over the decimated landscape of his soul, obscuring the ragged, desolated mess he was.

White trash had a way of finding their graves. Along with wife beating and beer sucking, dying was probably their only core competency.

As she hung up on her end, she actually fanned herself with her hand, something she'd assumed people only did in TV commercials and bad sitcoms. And then she couldn't hold it in. Bursting up from her workstation, she ran around her house like a crazy person, making a bizarre kind of eeeee noise as she completed the circuit back to her desk. At which point there might have been some pirouetting.

your quest?" Darius stepped inside. "I should

Got a problem." "I can't fix your personality, sorry." Lassiter laughed, the sound ringing through the house like church bells. "No. I like myself just as I am, thank you." "Can't help your delusional nature, either.

As his amethyst eyes stared into hers, the air between them changed and she had the sense that he saw so much, too much. Especially as he said in a dark voice, "Will you let me feed you?" Hypnotized, captivated, she whispered, "Yes. Please." His smile revealed long, white fangs. "That is so the answer I was going for." -Rehv & Ehlena

See, this is how people get paralyzed. They stuff and stuff and stuff, and the triggers keep coming and the layers continue to build until the load becomes too heavy, and they fold.

Still, he forced himself to think of what Mary always said about emotions. You weren't responsible for them and you couldn't control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.

O forse si stava solo illudendo. Ciò di cui era sicuro era che avrebbe fatto qualsiasi cosa pur di salvare suo fratello. Ed era pronto ad essere maledettamente creativo.

Well, what do you know, not only did it turn out her ovaries had a little spark left in them—the suckers might as well have exploded between her hip bones. When

Right? That's exactly what I think. He's a tough number, aren't you, Rhamp? Also poops out toxic waste. You'll learn that later.

Poor kid," Rhage said as the brother arrived. "Not hardly," V muttered as he appeared. "Boone's better off this way, true? That sire of his was a motherfucker." Butch shot a look at his roomie. "Will you please try to not bring that up at the goddamn ceremony? It's tacky." "I hate protocol." "No, really?" Rhage cut in. "Wait, let me get my shocked face on.

My buddy's just being an ass. It's his life's work." "Everyone needs a purpose.

But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself.

High above, the rafters were made of old wood, and sturdy as the mountain the house had been built on, and across the way, sixteen coffins were stacked one upon the next, as if they were nothing but moving boxes from U-Haul. The

What do you most want to be remembered for?" she whispered. His lids lifted and his eyes shifted to her own. "My love for you." He blinked slowly. "I wish to be best remembered for how much I loved you. Of all the places I've gone and people I've known and things I've done…my love for you is the purest representation of who I am. It's the best of me, of who I am, of my soul. My love for you…is everything of me.

Peyton flashed his palms…then deliberately linked them behind his back and spoke in the Old Language. "I hereby offer you a rythe. I do so in recognition of my disrespect and disregard of your status as a bonded male unto the female Paradise, with whom you have been mated. It is not my intention to justify this behavior in any fashion, and I wish to make up for my lapse in judgment according to the Old Ways.

In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she wondered why blood relatives were given such importance in people's lives. The genetic lottery, which no one volunteered to play, spit you out wherever it did, without regard to compatibility, and yet somehow you were supposed to imbue that accident of procreation with all kinds of emotional weight and significance—simply because your parents managed to help you stay alive until you could get the fuck out of their house.

Sometimes, pretending to be normal was the very best antidote to weirdness. Fake-it-until-you-make-it was more than psychobabble bullshit.