Quotes from J.R. Ward

Brace yourself, Effie.

what say you?" "Fuck," came the reply. "Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer." Wrath

She felt sorry for the female who had been driven to such traits. Who had kept herself apart from all emotions. The female had been born under a curse. The female had done evil and had evil done unto her. The female hardened herself, her mind and her emotions becoming steel. The female had been wrong about that locking down, that self containment. It was not a case of strength, as she always told herself. It was strictly survival...

Butch clapped him on the shoulder. "Listen to me. You have the fashion sense of a park bench and the interpersonal skills of a meat cleaver—" "Is this supposed to be helping?

I can understand, but

But that was life: Nobody got a guided tour to their own theme park. You had to hop on the rides as they presented themselves, never knowing whether you would like the one you were in line for . . . or if the bastard was going to make you throw up your corn dog and your cotton candy all over the place.

Her glass was not just half full. It was overflowing with rose-scented denial.

And no, I don't need to go to the range. Well, unless Lassiter has a target on his ass—" "I'll volunteer the angel right here, right now." V parked it on the far side of the desk. "And can I be the one with the stapler, pinning the tail on his donkey? 'Cuz I'll tell you right now, I'ma hit that Stanley until the thing jams.

And in that moment, Mary realized something. Life didn't have to be perfect . . . for true love to exist in it.

The outcome was moral even if the method was not. And sometimes that was the best you could do.

The only warning he gave the cop as he winged the first two-hundred-pound crate out of the building was, "Brace yourself, Effie.

In the clearing he saw a creature. Some eight feet tall, it was built along the lines of a dragon, with teeth like a T. rex and a slashing pair of front claws. The thing flickered in the moonlight, its powerful body and tail covered with iridescent purple and lime-green scales. "What the hell is that?" Butch whispered, fumbling to make sure the door was locked. "Rhage in a really bad mood." The

Esto es lo que debe ser, la luz y la oscuridad juntas, dos mitades formando una unidad.

All that Canada air coming south and turning us into Popsicles." She

Going around behind the Dumpster he looked at his dead civilian and found it hard to breathe. The king knelt down and carefully brushed the hair back from the male's beaten-to-shit face. Clearly, the guy had fought back, taking a number of hits before getting stabbed through the heart. Brave kid. Wrath cupped the nape of the male's neck, slid his other arm under the knees, and slowly rose. The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

Tell them," Lassiter demanded from behind. "Tell them he comes with a roommate." As one, the Brothers' heads snapped up. "Fuck. Me," Vishous breathed. "I will so pass on that," Lassiter muttered.

Your father sent me," he said distinctly. And then he got into the backseat. Beth stopped breathing.

Gracias por prepararme para esto... trhayner." Los ojos de V flamearon y Butch dijo: "Sí, he buscado lo que significa esa palabra. «Amigo del alma»; define muy bien lo que siento por ti.

You don't go anywhere near that demon. Are we clear? You fucking leave this right where it is. I gave up my own shot at love for nothing, as it turned out, but you've got yours as long as you don't wake up dead from being a fucking hero.

As he got off the bus, the butler escorted him over to the reinforced steel door, their footfalls echoing throughout the multi-layered concrete parking area. And then they were inside, proceeding down the long, wide corridor. When Peyton stopped in front of the closed door to Novo's hospital room, Fritz bowed low and kept on going to his next duty

Brave kid. Wrath cupped the nape of the male's neck, slid his other arm under the knees, and slowly rose. The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body. As he stepped away from the Dumpster and started for the Escalade, Wrath felt as though he held his whole race aloft in his arms, and he was glad he had to wear sunglasses to protect his weak eyes. His wraparounds hid the sheen of tears.

Ser llorada por buena gente era el mejor legado que alguien puede dejar atrás.

For him, life was a coin that had disaster on one side and waiting for disaster on the other.

His abdomen was ribbed as if he were smuggling paint rollers under his skin.