Quotes from J.R. Ward

We're in this together, people, three fathers and one mom, two kids. Bam!

Zsadist se levantó como un espectro del suelo ennegrecido, con la cara y los brazos manchados con la sangre de los restrictores. Su aura era un resplandor de violencia que distorsionaba el paisaje detrás de él, y el bosque del fondo parecía oscilar allí donde enmarcaba su cuerpo.

the Shitstorm Survivors' Club.

Christ, for all the crap that the people living in the mansion had been through, maybe V should design a tat they could each get on their asses.

Peyton…" Dimly, he wondered if she was going to say his name like that for the rest of their lives. Like it was a sob with syllables.

Xhex, that half-breed symphath female who looked like she performed castrations for fun and profit.

Don't be so touchy. I have my faith, and my faith has me." Odd

Qhuinn sagged in his own skin at that realization, imagining all the proper English that Blay was calling out at this very moment as the other guy had him. Merriam-Webster had never been used so well, no doubt.

Sometimes in life, from out of the 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.

There was a long silence. Then Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. "Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean…hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like…bus exhaust or some shit." Butch

Three days. During which there was enough drama going on to make War and Peace looked like a comic book.

That was the great irony. In life, everyone was a snowflake of separate and beautiful proportion, but when death came in and grabbed hold, you were left with anonymous skin and muscle and bone, all of which cooled and decayed at predictable rates.

There was nothing worse than chasing a release. You never could catch.

V swallowed a curse. Man, if he were any more chicked-out about her, he'd be wearing nail polish.

Oh, shut it. Look, the pills have to be taken with food. You got a ham 'n' cheese on rye on you? I don't. I'da made you some linguine with Sal sauce and brought it over for you. Give me more notice next time. Rehv headed out of the office. You mind not being thoughtful. Makes me feel like shit. Your prob, not mine.

As Peyton got to his feet, he thought it was a sad commentary on your life when an interruption requiring you to justify an unjustifiable action was a step up from your other option—which happened to be a lively discussion about unrequited love with the object of your unreciprocated affections.

Like right now? She was castrating him, throwing his balls down the disposal in the sink and hitting the switch

There were so many different ways to say "I love you." As Peyton went back over to Novo and pulled her against him once more, he reflected that those three words were certainly the most common transmission of the sacred emotion between two souls. But there were other ways. Gestures, gifts, the rebuilding of a barn after a fire, the shoveling of a walkway, even something as simple as carrying groceries in from the car. Novo was telling him she loved him by sharing this terrible truth

Alguna vez había sido un ser vivo, una hija, una hermana... alguien... Ahora se estaba endureciendo y volviéndose como el acero, en medio de su pesadilla. Embalsamada.

although he'd had hopes. And stalker tendencies. For the past week, he'd hung around the mansion for however many nights in a row, hoping to see her in the midst of one of her visits to service the Brotherhood. Because, hey, nothing says, "I wanna date ya," like grounds for a restraining order.

It's got nothing to do with me. Qhuinn is usually in a bad mood." "People going in the wrong direction will get like that.

I see your soul," he said. "That is why I find you beautiful.

she leaned forward, flashing him a set of breasts that didn't so much defy gravity as flip it off, insult its mother, and piss on its shoes.

Aunque cantaba en voz baja, la pureza y la belleza de la voz de Zsadist eran impresionantes. Siempre había tenido voz de tenor. En las raras ocasiones en que cantaba, los sonidos que salían de su boca eran asombrosos, capaces de hacer que el tiempo se detuviera y se deslizara hacia la eternidad.