Quotes from J.R. Ward

Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.

You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.

As he vomited, he felt, though did not see, V come over. Forcing his head up, Butch groaned, Help me... I'm going to, trahyner. Give me your hand. As Butch held his palm up in despair, Vishous whipped off his glove and grabbed on good and hard. V's energy, that beautiful, white light, poured down Butch's arm and ripped through him in a blast, cleansing, renewing. United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

You are perfect the way you are. Blay's voice was strong. There is nothing wrong with who and what you have always been. I'm proud of you. And I love you. Now ... and always. Qhuinn's vision got wavy. Hard-core. I'm proud of you. And I love you, Blay repeated. Always. Forget about your old family ... you have me now. I am your family.

In quick succession, Qhuinn reviewed his answers: No, of course not, the knife was acting of its own volition. I was actually trying to stop it...No, I only meant to give him a shave...No, I didn't realize that slicing open someone's jugular was going to lead to death.

Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right – no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse.

Butch: -I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question though Vishous: -What Butch: -When the females tie you down, do they paint your toe-nails and shit? Or just do your makeup? Wait... they tickle your pits with feather, right?

The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

Payne looked back through the glass at the human on the bed. Yes. I am in love with him. And if you try to dissuade me by the fact that I have not lived yet enough to judge, I say unto you...fuck off.

An active mind didn't need distractions in its physical environment. It needed a collection of outstanding books and a good lamp. Maybe some cheese and crackers.

Christ, don't you ever knock? It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?

So would you like to try on some clothes? Beth nodded at what was in her arms. I don't have many dresses but Fritz can get you some. You know what? Marissa eyed the blue jeans the queen had on. I've never worn a pair of pants before. I've got two pairs here if you want to try them out. Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

And second, I don't think there's much of a market for your particular brand of psychology. So not true. Butch, you and I just beat the crap out of each other. You started it. And actually, it would be perfect for Spike TV. UFC meets Oprah. God, I'm brilliant. Keep telling yourself that. -Butch and V

I love you. Z squeezed his eyes shut. Don't be a tragedy, Bella.

I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you? Now, we can be civilized and wait until we get home. Or we can get down to it right here. Either way, I'm dying to come inside of you again, and you're not going to say no. - Wrath to Beth

Butch nodded, finding as comfortable a bite as he could on the leather. He braced himself as V lifted an arm. Except when his roommate's palm landed on his bare chest all he felt was a warm weight. Butch frowned. This was it? This was fucking it? Scaring the shit out of Marissa for no good- He looked down, pissed off. Oh, wrong hand.

Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally…in love with you.

You are in a prison with no bars. I worry about you.

It was the wife, John thought. And she was giving this tough guy a tongue-lashing. And the man was taking it. Okay. I love you. Bye. Tohrment flipped the phone closed and put it in his pocket. When he focused on John again, he clearly respected his wife enough not to roll his eyes and make some macho, shithead comment about pesky women.

When it was finished, the scaled dragon looked around and as the thing spotted V, a growl rippled up to the bleachers, then ended in a snort. You finished, big guy? Va called down. FYI, goalpost over there would work righteous as a toothpick.

The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. You have such a way with words, cousin. I would say...trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.

I have loved you for years. I have been in love with you for years and years and years ... throughout school and training ... before transitions and afterward ... when you approached me and yes, even now that you're with Saxton and you hate me. And that ... shit ... in my fucking head locked me down, locked everything down ... and it cost me you.

Fuckin' A... hope didn't so much spring eternal as it drowned out common sense and self-preservation.

I think that's Justin Bieber. Standing in front of a line up of Lay's potato chips, Qhuinn looked overhead to the speaker inset into the ceiling tiles. Yup, I'm right, and I hate that I know that. Next to him John Matthew signed, How do you know? The little shit is everywhere. I swear, that kid is proof the Antichrist is coming. Maybe it's already here. Would explain Miley Cyrus.