Quotes by J.R. Ward

Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didnt 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.

I… What are you saying, Zsadist? she stammered, even though shed heard every word.He glanced back down at the pencil in his hand and then turned to the table. Flipping the spiral notebook to a new page, he bent way over and labored on top of the paper for quite a while. Then he ripped the sheet free.His hand was shaking as he held it out. Its messy.Bella took the paper. In a childs uneven block letters there were three words: I LOVE YOUHer lips flattened tight as her eyes stung. The handwriting got wavy and then disappeared. Maybe you cant read it, he said in a small voice. I can do it over. She shook her head. I can read it just fine. Its… beautiful.I dont expect anything back. I mean… I know that you dont… feel that for me anymore. But I wanted you to know. Its important that you knew.

The truth was...he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.

Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?

You would have made a fine warrior, you know that?I am one. Death is my enemy.Yeah, it is, isnt it. God, it made such sense that hed bonded with her. She was a fighter… like him. Your scalpels your dagger.Yup.

You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident, Butch said.Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. You broke my window.Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it.Twice.Thus proving that he and I are outstanding marksmen.

Im going to talk to her.And hows that going to go? Youre just going to walk up to her and say, Hey, I know youve never seen me before, but Im your dad. Oh, and guess what? Youve won the evolutionary lottery: Youre a vampire. Lets go to Disneyland!

There arent any syringes. Red Sox came over and held a sterile pack out. When she tried to take it from him, he kept a grip on the thing. I know youll use this wisely.Wisely? She snapped the syringe out of his hand. No, Im going to poke him in the eye with it. Because thats what they trained me to do in medical school.

Z: You know, this was a hell of a lot easier when you were out cold in the back of that truck.Phury: That was you?Z:You think it was Santa Claus or some shit?

Terrific. A bisexual dominant vampire with kidnapping expertise.

Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs.She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought.On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed.Cool.

The staircase that was revealed was lit with a soft red glow.I feel like Im walking down into a porn movie, V muttered as they took the steps with care.Wouldnt that require more black candles for you, Zsadist cracked.At the bottom of the landing, they looked left and right down a corridor carved out of stone, seeing row after row of...black candles with ruby color flames.I take that back, Z said, eyeing the display.We start hearing chick-a-wow-wow shit, V cut in, can I start calling you Z-packed?Not if you want to keep breathing.

I liked you, cop. From the moment I met you. No… not the first moment. I wanted to kill you when I first met you. But then I liked you. A lot.

-BDB on the board-Knitters AnonimousMay 8, 2006Rhage (in his bedroom posting in Vs room on the board)Hi, my name is V.(Hi, V)Ive been knitting for 125 years now.(*gasping noises*)Its begun to impact my personal relationships: my brothers think Im a nancy. Its begun to affect my health: Im getting a callus on my forefinger and I find bits of yarn in all my pockets and Im starting to smell like wool. I cant concentrate at work: I keep picturing all these lessers in Irish sweaters and thick socks.(*sounds of sympathy*)Ive come seeking a community of people who, like me, are trying not to knit. Can you help me?(*Were with you*)Thank you (*takes out hand-knitted hankie in pink*)(*sniffles*)(We embrace you, V)Vishous (in the pit): Oh hell no...you did not just put that up. And nice spelling in the title. Man...you just have to roll up on me, dont you. I got four words for you, my brother.Rhage: Four words? Okay...lemme see... Rhage, youre so sexy.hmmm....Rhage, youre SO smart. No wait! Rhage, youre SO right! Thats it, isnt it...ghead. You can tell me. Vishous: First one starts with a PUse your head for the other three. Bastard.Rhage: P? Hmm... Please pass the yarnVishous: Payback is a bitch!Rhage: OhhhhhhhhhhhhIm so scuuuuuurred. Can you whip me up a blanket to hide under?

Youre such a pain in the ass. (Butch) Said the SIG to the Glock. (V)

V shook his head. “Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How’d you like that anywhere near a female you loved?”Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage’s body.“We’re going to need a shitload of steel,” the human muttered.

Tell you what, you let me go, and I’ll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I’m slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.

Youre getting into some kind of shape, cop.Aw, come on, now. Butch grinned. Dont let that shower we took go to your head.Rhage fired a towel at the male. Just pointing out your beer guts gone.It was a Scotch pot. And I dont miss it.