Quotes from J.R. Ward

No te puedo prometer que no vayamos a tener otras disputas, y sé que no siempre vamos a estar de acuerdo, pero estoy muy segura de una cosa: siempre estarás a salvo conmigo. Siempre.

From his limited experience with them, funeral homes were like fast-food restaurants—they all kind of looked the same. Then again, he guessed that made sense. Just like there were only so many ways to doctor up a burger, he imagined dead bodies were likewise.

There was absolutely nothing about her that courted notice. She wasn't anything like the females he went for. And she held his attention like a marching band.

All his life he'd wondered why he'd never fallen in love, and now he knew: He'd been waiting for this moment, this woman, this time.

To have nothing and throw yourself on the mercy of others was a strange kind of terror.

It was the kiss. For that brief moment, the volume of her world had been cranked up to Metallica levels, and she had loved the booming bass, and the spinning and twirling, and the sense that her heart had taken flight and not left her body, but taken her physical form along with it.

You know, life put you in places you never expected

fury in my blood

El amor, ahora se daba cuenta, era como las dagas que fabricaba en su taller de forja: cuando haces una, la hoja brilla, está nueva y refleja la luz. Cuando la empuñas, te sientes lleno de optimismo sobre su utilidad en el campo de batalla y te mueres de ganas de probarla en combate. Pero las primeras dos noches, en las batallas iniciales, por lo general te sientes un poco incómodo. Hasta que te acostumbras a ella y ella se acostumbra a ti.

She would die fighting. It was just how she was hardwired: She was invincible—and that wasn't her ego talking. The sum of her experience was, no matter what was done to her, she could handle it.

Mediante la tormenta… habían hallado la calma. A pesar de haberse alejado, volvían a ser uno.

The idea of putting on twenty pounds in one night was damned appealing; it really was. She couldn't help the way her face looked, but she was willing to bet that Neanderthal misogynist attacker of hers preferred his victims with a tight ass.

I'm not going to ask if you're okay, because how could you be." "Have you ever felt . . . like you don't know your own life?

Payne, mírame. —Cuando Payne por fin levantó los ojos para mirarlo, Manny sintió deseos de llorar—. Yo… Dejó la frase sin terminar. La verdad era que la amaba. Totalmente y para siempre. Y esa era precisamente la maldición que lo atenazaba. Nunca la iba a olvidar y jamás habría otro amor en su vida.

It's in your father's volume. Xcor is the blooded son of the Black Dagger Brother Hharm. Just as you are." Tohr

I'm sorry," he said remotely. "For what just happened between you and me." She

No, you've got it all wrong, John." Reading his emotions, she shook her head. "You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.

He wished he'd greeted her with something other than a reminder that they'd had sex the night before for the first time, though only because he had assumed she was a prostitute that he'd bought and paid for, for the sole reason that he'd needed a woman that looked like her or he couldn't get it up.

Possessions weren't the thing. The car your drove and the house you lived in and the clothes you wore...were nothing but vocabulary. They weren't the true communication that mattered, they weren't the connections that were important.

He liked to keep them hungry, so they were fed every other day.

The female put her hands on her hips. "Just my luck. I get mugged by Emily Post." "Emily who?" He narrowed his eyes. "And I did not mug you." "Then why do you have all my shit." As she drew out the enunciation on that last word, something unfamiliar woke up in the back of his brain.

Funny . . . all of that was well, duh when it came to weapons. Why hadn't it dawned on him that matings were the same? Rolling his eyes at himself, he thought, Christ, maybe Hallmark would be open to establishing a line of medieval-inspired Valentine's Day cards, some kind of a Holly-Goth-Lightly kind of thing. He'd be frickin' perfect for supplying content.

You're going to kill me anyway. —

We are made of the same core elements we were at first constructed of, but we are never the same afterward. We are permanently altered. If we are lucky and we are smart and we are freed at the right time, we are improved. If we are aged too long, we are ruined forever. Timing, like fate, is everything.