Quotes from J.R. Ward

From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now. And he was, with a smile.

you know what they say about messengers, right? Excuse me? Too much bad news will get you shot.[...]

Qhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch? 'Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.

If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you.

W:At least I'm not pussy-whipped! T:Nice. Fucking. Suit. --Wrath to Tohr

Funny thing about glass. When you broke the shit up, it got pissed and bit back.

It had been so good to see his enemy again. Positively heartwarming. Hallmark really needed to start up a line of revenge cards, the kind that let you reach out to those you were going to come after with a vengeance. - Lash

Rhage raised his hand Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question. Yes my son, you are going to hell

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary

Qhuinn stopped breathing, focusing everything he had on the male who had been his best friend and his never-been lover… and the ever-after that was never going to happen. Even after all the things that had gone on between them, and all the fuckups on his end, which were legendary, Blay still had his back. "I love you," Qhuinn blurted into the silence.

One thing you could say about Butch was that his wardrobe was full of options. Never thought I'd be glad that you're a clothes whore. I believe the term is sharp dresser.

If you eliminate all possible explanations, then the impossible is the answer.

She was glad she didn't know where it would take her. Because sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out. [Ehlena]

You would have made a fine warrior, you know that? I am one. Death is my enemy. Yeah, it is, isn't it. God, it made such sense that he'd bonded with her. She was a fighter… like him. Your scalpel's your dagger. Yup.

No matter what you wear... to me, you will always have diamonds on the soles of your shoes.

I catch you without your ahstrux nohtrum again, I'm turning you in. Qhuinn cursed. Yeah, and then I'll get fired. Which means V'll Donald trump my ass with a dagger. You're welcome.

I am very comfortable with conflict, be it of the legal or mortal kind. My father was a mediator, a bridge maker. I am a grave maker.

Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love... love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too. -Tohrment

All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a social box by someone else.

Brace yourself , Effie. Jesus Ch- A grunt cut off the swearing. Wrath poked his head out of the window and whispered , You're supposed to be a good Catholic. Isn't that blasphemy ? Butch's tone was like someone had pissed out a fire on his bed. You just threw half a car at me with nothing but a quote from Mrs. fucking Doubtfire.

the only thing that had tethered her to the earth had been him and it was strange, but she felt welded to him on some core level now. He had seen her at her absolute worst, at her weakest and most insane, and he hadn't looked away. He hadn't judged and he hadn't been burned. It was as if in the heat of her meltdown they had melted together. This was more than emotion. It was a matter of soul.

In the Old Language, she hissed, "If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown." That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling. Dead silence. Until Doc Jane said dryly, "Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.

There was pain, and then there was PAIN. This was PAIN -Vishous

Go 'head. Those freaky-ass black eyes had stared at Butch with the intensity of a shark. Crack open that door. Run your little heart out. Run fast, run smart, call for help. Just know that I'll come after you. Like a hearse. - Zsadist