Quotes from J.R. Ward

To her, saving grace meant you got to live out your life like a normal person: You were healthy and strong, and the prospect of death was just some far-off, barely acknowledged hypothetical. A debt to be paid off in a future you couldn't imagine.

Strength only exists if it is tested, and I promise you, you are stronger than you know.

eyes as they stared up at him the night before, he started to speak, the words not coming from his brain

Hey, asshole," Lash said to the sw'old-up one, "your boyfriend give you those p-tats? Or was he too busy fucking you in the ass?" The guy's eyes narrowed. "What'd you say to me?" The gangbanger shook his head. "Gotta be out ya damn mind, white boy." Skinhead laughed like a blender, high and fast. Who knew recruiting would be this easy, Lash thought. *

Gli aveva salvato la vita. Senza dubbio Xhex, gli aveva restituito il suo futuro prima ancora che lui si rendesse conto che stava per perderlo.

Lying here now, he'd never felt more focused, never had his life's purpose so clear: His one and only priority was keeping her alive and healthy and safe, and the strength with which he held that directive made him feel whole. He was who he was because of her.

The fallen angel had given him the best advice. He'd said that there was no right or wrong way to honor the dead. The living could pay their respects in any way they chose. The important thing was that the deceased was sent unto the afterlife on a wave of love.

Mi dispiace…» «No.» Beth scosse la testa con decisione. «No, non ci dispiace. Abbiamo la nostra famiglia e siamo molto, molto fortunati. Non ci dispiace.» Fu allora che Wrath si mise a piangere;

She didn't bother to collect herself, because she was uncollectible. Loose, ungrounded, in danger of disintegration—there was no collecting anything

He shook his head as he stared at the closed door. You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life. After they were gone? That was all you thought about. Day and night.

John landed on his ass, skidding back on the crappy concrete walkway. Which proved why you needed to wear good leathers. Dermabrasion much?

You've come a long way from being that asshole I once knew and tolerated.

She got her phone again and went into the received-calls log and fired up Rehvenge's number. She took a deep breath and a long pull on the latte. And hit send. Destiny had a 518 area code. Who knew. -Ehlena's thoughts

You've got to quit this. Stop trying to save people and get a life. "Right back at you. Stop haunting me and get an eternity.

The Jeremiah guy invited me to come work for the government. He said he was with the military and they were looking for guys like me. I was all, 'Farm boys? Y'all looking for redneck farm boys?

God, he looked fantastic in the suit. And the open collar of his shirt showed off his throat, the black silk making his skin look tanned. Too bad he was flat-out pissed. His face was as harsh as his temper, and with his hair pulled back, the aggressive thrust of his jaw was even more prominent. Something had set him off. Big-time. Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage.

Ah, hell, V, you're killing me." Butch O'Neal mined through his sock drawer, looking for black silk, finding white cotton. No, wait. He pulled out one dress sock. Not exactly a triumph. "If I were killing you, cop, footwear'd be the last thing on your mind.

And that was kind of ugly to admit. Like cancer was a noble disease, but if your biochemistry had conspired with a drug to your mortal detriment then you were undeserving of sympathy, support, understanding.

Her breath was painfully short, and each impotent draw of her rib cage convinced her as nothing else could that life was about suffering more than it was about joy. There had been too many of these moments, too many times the pain and fear took over, too many dark shadows that didn't just lurk, but sucked out all the illumination from the night in which she existed.

The kindness she'd offered had been as warm and soft as skin, as soothing as calm water, as sustaining as the sunlight he no longer knew.

Trez went over and lifted the lid. After a deep inhale, he glanced over with a smile. "My brother is a helluva cook." Sure was, John thought. Although with Shadows you always had to wonder what the protein was. Rumor had it they liked to eat their enemies. The

When Ehlena finally spoke, her voice was a thin whisper. "Don't do this to me. Don't make me see you in the morgue. Don't do that to me." Rehv squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm not doing anything to you." "The hell you aren't." Her voice cracked on a sob. "Ehlena…" -Ehlena & Rehv

From the first moment I saw you," he said in a hoarse voice, "that night when Sahvage and Mae came here… there was just something about you. I couldn't look away." Flushing, she glanced down at her hands. "I could feel you staring upon me." "I didn't mean to freak you out.

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