Quotes from J.R. Ward

What…are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." He inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.

No, you also matter. A lot." As tears came to her eyes, she ducked her head and blinked fast. That was what had been missing from her relationship with Gerry at the end, she realized: She had not mattered any longer to him, and since his death? She hadn't mattered to anybody—including herself. If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.

His life, such that he was aware of it, was about enduring.

The past was permanent in the same way the future was always just a hypothetical, two ends of a spectrum where one was concrete and the other air, and the instantaneous now, the single real moment, was the fixed point from which the weight of life hung and swung.

Holy hell, the Grim Reaper was no makeup artist; that was for sure. Even Goths had better complexions. "Hey, don't be harshing on my peeps," Adrian cut in. "I'd do one of us way before some SoCal bimbo with plastic melons and a spray tan." "Stop reading my mind, motherfucker. And you'd do the bimbo anyway." Adrian grinned and flexed his heavy arms. "Yeah. I would. And her sister.

I like to cook." "Really? I like to eat.

The Brotherhood and the Band of Bastards had to go try and make peace. And he had to go look his brother in the face. —

Xcor swallowed through a tight throat. "You…are my brother?" And yet was confirmation truly needed? Tohrment was right, those eyes…were the same shape and color as his own. "I am," Tohr affirmed roughly. "I am your blooded kin." All

No» sibilò. Con la voce che gli risuonava nel cranio decise di ascoltare se stesso. Basta. Doveva chiuderla lì. Molto tempo prima aveva perso la testa per quella persona. No c'era motivo di perdere anche l'anima.

Apex? The male with the dead stare and the bad past walked in with a bored expression on his face—and a severed hand… in his hand? The vampire lifted the body part. "I borrowed this from one of the guards. After we're done getting you out, I'm going to slap him with it. Assuming he hasn't bled out.

Be bolder. Think bigger. Come on, there has to be somewhere exciting. The Taj Mahal, Paris—" "We can't go to Paris." "Says who?" "Ahh . . ." "Never met Ahhh, don't know him, don't care how big he is—if he's standing in our way? I'ma murder the son of a bitch." "You are so adorable.

She knows exactly the burdens you carry—and she picked you with all of them.

about emotions. You weren't responsible for them and you couldn't control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.

You might as well stand over here with me by the window. If shit gets critical, we can Hollywood-stuntman it out of the line of fire.

Twas the wind which made Darius's eyes water. Verily, 'twas but the wind. As he brushed over his face with his palm, he told himself that all was well and how it should be. . . . even if he felt a mourning within his breast.

Wrath mutely put out his hand, the one on which the huge black diamond that signified his station rested. In the Old Language, the King proclaimed

Hola, poli." La voz baja y masculina precedía de detrás de la cabeza de Butch. Sonrió. Ese sonido siempre le hacía pensar en la niebla nocturna, aquella que oculta lo que puede matarte. Lo bueno es que a él le gustaba el lado oscuro.

THE OLD COUNTRY, 1731 F

They massacred the servants before killing my parents. I saw it all through a knothole in the wood. As I said, my eyes were better back then.

In what manner of life's twists and turns could they find themselves united once more? Verily, it defied destiny, did it not. Oh, the wee one. Ill begotten. Ne'er to be forgotten. E'er to have a piece of his heart.

Man, so many times in life you didn't get to pick your path because the way you went was decided for you.

Xcor's own hand trembled as he reached forth. Grasping Wrath's palm, he kissed the ring and then placed it upon his bowed forehead. "Fore'ermore, I pledge my allegiance unto to you and yours, serving none other." Both

Weight carried, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally, slowed you down. And as she kept going

Cristo, il fato ci sapeva fare quando doveva darti una lezione, anche se ti accorgevi sempre troppo tardi di averne bisogno: aveva passato decisamente troppo tempo ripiegato su se stesso, a rimuginare sul suo difetto fisico e sulla delusione che rappresentava per la sua famiglia e per la società. Per un sacco di tempo era stato un casino ambulante, un groviglio inestricabile, e Blay, che gli voleva bene, era stato risucchiato nel vortice.