Quotes from J.R. Ward

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

they'll have to fight her without my interference going forward. I'm not supposed to help. It's against the Creator's rules. And I've done all I can.

La oscuridad jamás se adueñará de mí... porque yo te tengo a ti. Luz de mi vida, Marissa. Eso es lo que tú eres, la luz de mi vida.

Tragedy was but a moment. Responsibility for it was forever.

How do you reconcile both gratitude and grief, he wondered. "Thank you," he said softly. "I'm going to love her with everything I'm worth, for the rest of my life, and I owe it all to you." "My sacrifice didn't mean shit, remember?" the angel returned. "Just enjoy true love enough for the both of us, okay?

Okay, why couldn't he just be drinking right now? Still, bassinet jockeying one of these pooping machines had to be better than dodging bullets. Right? V glanced at the matched set of milk addicts. Fine, maybe the goo-goo, gaga/Glock assessment was more of a fifty-fifty.

There aren't any syringes." "I've got some." Red Sox came over and held a sterile pack out. When she tried to take it from him, he kept a grip on the thing. "I know you'll use this wisely." "Wisely?" She snapped the syringe out of his hand. "No, I'm going to poke him in the eye with it. Because that's what they trained me to do in medical school." Bending

Men just weren't that high on her list of priorities. They ranked somewhere down around getting her teeth cleaned and having her car serviced. And she didn't have a car anymore.

I think people who survive need to get to an aha moment," she said quietly, "where the fog lifts and you realize there are things worth living for and goals worth pursuing. Even if they're different than what motivated you before.

What are you going to do?" He stared at her for a long moment. "Maybe I'm finally going to be an angel tonight.

she thought about what happily-ever-afters were about, and decided that true love didn't mean effortless, and ever-after wasn't about cruise control. You started with the attraction, and then you opened your heart and your soul—but all that, which was no small

After all, it was so much easier to take the high-road victim role if you were not asking your blackmailer to jerk off.

Rehv stared up into his mother's eyes and never loved her more. He nodded once. "Look upon mine face and be assured, I so swear it. Bella and her issue shall never know. The past shall die with thee and me." His mother's shoulders eased under her dressing gown, and her shuddering sigh spoke loudly of her relief. "You are the son other mothers may only wish for." "How can that possibly be true," he said softly. "How can it not.

She took a sip from her water glass and marveled at how you could sit so close to someone and still have him be totally far away from you.

Why are you trying to sound like fucking Morpheus. Flo from Progressive is more your style.

God, he'd never thought about it properly before, but from the first heartbeat struck within a vital body, a bell got tolled and the clock started to run. A bargain you weren't even aware of having made was put into play, with destiny holding all the cards. As minutes and hours and days and months and years passed, history was written as you ran out of time until your last heartbeat marked the end of the ride and the time to tally wins and losses.

Getting up from her seat, she walked over to him and— Slap. As Beth followed through with her palm, the sharp cracking sound faded in the room and her beloved mate shut up. Staring at him calmly, she said, "And now that I have your attention and you're not ranting and raving like a lunatic, I'd appreciate your telling me where I can find whatever they sent us.

The guy was a sex god, an erotic legend in his race. V had said that stories about Rhage were passed from father to son when the time was right.

Strange how mortality made moments like this with her infinite.

Love is a matter between souls

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

My body, my choice." As

Glancing over his shoulder, he was prepared for he knew not what. But something was in the room with him…and it was not of this world.

That woman and her thug butler needed to be put behind bars; Claire didn't care how old they were.