Quotes from J.R. Ward

Don't stop now," Rehv said. "You've already jumped off the building. The landing isn't getting any softer." Montrag frowned. "I fail to view this with your kind of levity." "Who's laughing." -Rehv & Montrag

To say that memory was a lane you could walk along, a path to follow, a linear progression you embarked on from start to finish, was way off base. After this past year, she had decided it was more like a piano keyboard, and the musical notes her mind played in the form of moving-picture images were a pick-and-choose determined more by the sheet music of her mourning than the well-founded logic of her decision to leave Caldwell.

Beth popped a Tums in her mouth and crunched it into a powder that filled the creases in her molars.

No eres como Wrath," dejó escapar ella. "Nadie es como Wrath.

Los ojos de Zsadist se entornaron hasta formar una delgada línea, y una ráfaga de aire helado cruzó la habitación, como si hubiera soplado hacía ella. "Ten cuidado, hembra. La valentía puede ser peligrosa.

Standing over the plate of steaming food, Lydia glanced up at the server. Bessie was married to Susan, the grocer's, husband's brother. Which meant that not only did the women work in the same building and take their breaks together, they also rode into and from work as a twosome

This was why people got mated, Rehv suddenly thought. Fuck the sex and the social position. If they were smart, they did it to make a house that had no walls and an invisible roof and a floor that no one could walk on—and yet the structure was a shelter no storm could blow down, no match could torch up, no passage of years could degrade. That was when it hit him. A mated bond like that helped you through shit nights like this. Bella

You know what you just proved?" "What? That even real males need airsick bags sometimes?" "No." She kissed him again. "That somebody can say 'I love you' without speaking.

If he knew one and only one thing about Rehvenge after all these years, it was that he was a male of worth. In spite of being a pimp and a club owner, a degenerate and a reprobate, an evil-hearted, sadistic SOB . . . he was, and always would be, one of the finest males Trez had ever known.

He tried out a smile. Widened it. His cheeks felt like they were going to crack. Yeah, okay, so he wasn't exactly Hallmark-card material.

With that, she turned away. And that was when Butch was able to properly focus on the cropped jacket she had paired with her micro-mini and her sheer black hose and her Louboutins with the red soles.

Siempre me pongo del lado del monstruo.

Una debilidad no reconocida puede resultar mortífera.

Yeah, like Dieter from Sprockets." "Mike Myers is a god.

Fine, yeah, sure, take as many fucking veins as you want. But whether you turn yourself into Frank Langella or not, I'm only clearing you when I'm good and goddamn ready.

On a scale from 1 to 10, where 1 is Sunday church and 10 is the last frat party you attended, how drunk are you currently? Actually I was typically drunk in church on Sunday's too, but I'd give me a 6, unless I had to take a field sobriety test, then maybe a 7 1/2.

Trust was the basis for love. Without it, you had nothing but an illusion- a pleasant illusion, it was true, an illusion that felt nice and steady. But when you thought that the lie was the real thing? Finding out the two-dimensional nature of your existence was shattering.

godfather or godmother to an individual.

But what was between them went further than a mating ceremony or a back carving or a witnessed exchange of commitment. He couldn't put his finger on the why of it . . . but she was his missing puzzle piece, the twelfth in his dozen, the first and the last pages of his book. And at some level that was all he needed.

Beth» bisbigliò. «Torna da me.» Ripeté l'operazione cercando di farle bere il suo sangue. «Non morire, maledizione!» Le candele guizzarono nella stanza. «Io ti amo, accidenti a te! Accidentaccio a te, non arrenderti!»

Assail picked that moment to scream again—which

Verily, time moved forward even if you wanted it to slow to a crawl.

Had they kidnapped Wolfgang Puck as well, for kicks and giggles?

I'm rambling." "And I could listen to you talk for hours, so don't focus on my account." "Yeah, well…focus is important." "Only if you're a microscope." She smiled a little.