Quotes from J.R. Ward

Motherf**ker. Bastard ass motherf**ker. C**ks**king rat-bitch bastard motherf**ker!" – Blay

You are perfect for a female. Not where I come from. Then they're using the wrong standard.

As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.

What happened to you? she asked. I got hit in the side. With what? A knife.

Phury glanced at John and thought that sometimes it took only a hairbreadth between cars to avoid a mortal accident. Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door. Kind of made a male believe in the divine.

V? Butch said. Don't leave, okay? Never. V brushed Butch's hair back with a gesture so tender it was out of place coming from a male.

Aha! Lassiter pointed at the boob tube. You motherfucker! I knew you were the father!

Now tell me something. What's your word for husband?" "Hellren, I suppose. The short version is just hell." She laughed softly. "Go figure.

You almost died tonight , he wanted to say. You dumb son of a bitch, you nearly died ... and then what would we have done? And not "we" as in the Brotherhood. Not even "we" as in he and John. More like … "me".

Son of a bitch Wrath breathed as a figure stopped twenty yards away. The glowing man laughed Well, if it isn't good king Wrath and his band of merry-merry happy-happy. I swear you boys should do kiddie shows, you're so fucking cheery. Great, Rhage murmered, his sense of humor's still intact. Vishous exhaled Maybe I can try to beat it out of him- Use his own arm to do it, if you can- Wrath glared at the two of them, who shot him back a pair of 'who-us?' stares

He screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best friend to do...He screamed, and screamed until there was no breath, no consciousness, no nothing. No past or present. Not even himself anymore. And in the midst of the chaos, in the strangest way, he became free.

Yo, cop. We're heading for Screamer's. You wanna come? Butch looked up at the doorway. Vishous was in the hall with Rhage and Phury behind him. The vampires had expectant looks on their faces, like they honestly wanted to hang with him. Butch found himself grinning like the new kid who didn't have to sit alone at lunch after all.

You're a good Irishman, right? When Butch nodded, V said, Irish, Irish… let me think. Yeah… Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And… my dearest friend… until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.

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.

Call me, she whispered to him with a confidence that would fade as the days passed. Qhuinn smiled a little. Take care. At the sound of the two words, Blay relaxed, his big shoulders easing up. In Qhuinn-landia, Take care was synonymous with I'm never going to see, call or fuck you again.

Written on the mirror, revealed by the steam, were the words, I love you, Jane.

As the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dog's big head and stroking the soft fur…playing with an ear…dipping down and finding the long waves that flowed from the animal's broad, strong chest. Not that any of that meant he was keeping the the animal, of course. It just felt nice, was all.

Life's meant to be lived blind—that's how you don't take shit for granted.

And then Tohr said softly, I'm lucky to have found love, I thank the Scribe Virgin every day that Wellsie is in my life. Wrath's Temper surged, set off by something he couldn't put his finger on. You're pathetic . Tohr hissed. And you've been dead for hundreds of years. You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down. Wrath threw the leather jacket on the floor. At least I'm not pussy whipped. Nice. F*cking. Suit.

Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.

Hey, as you leave, Qhuinn wanted to say, will you do me a favor? I think my left ventricle is on the floor, so don't step on it as you pull out? Thanks. Great.

Whether you have sight or not, I see the future in your eyes. -Beth

I'm not broken, I'm ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken maybe you can fix things. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury me.

Just once Blay said softly. Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.