Quotes by J.R. Ward

Ride? Rhage snorted. Please. That thing is a sewing machine with an air dam taped to it. My GTO could dust the fucker in fourth gear from a dead stop.When there was an odd sound from behind, John looked back. So did the three Brothers. What. Xhex bristled and crossed her arms over her chest. I can laugh, you know. And thats . . . pretty damn funny. Rhage beamed. I knew I liked you.

They dont fit you? V asked his roommate. Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People. Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. I mean, come on.Theyre for fighting, not fashion.So are kilts, but you dont see me rocking the tartan.And thank God for that. Youre too bowlegged to pull that shit off.Butch assumed a bored expression. You can bite me.

Gimme an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! Whats it spell? HEAD FUCK.- Jane

Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and bitch slap someone.

Wrath: What the hell are you supposed to ask?Rhage: I know! Who do you like the most? Its me right?Come on, you know it is. Come oooooonnnnn-Butch: If its you,, Ill kill myself.V: No, that just means shes blind.Rhage: It has to be me.V: She said she didnt like you at first.Rhage: Ah, but I won her over, which is more than anyone else can say about you, hot stuff.J.R.: I dont like anyone the bestWrath: Right answer.Rhage: Shes just sparing all of you feelings. (grins, becoming impossibly handsome) Shes so polite.J.R.: Next question?Rhage: Why do you like me the best?

Funny thing about glass. When you broke the shit up, it got pissed and bit back.

But that was life: Nobody got a guided tour to their own theme park. You had to hop on the rides as they presented themselves, never knowing whether you would like the one you were in line for...or if the bastard was going to make you throw up your corn dog and your cotton candy all over the place.

Yo, cop. Were heading for Screamers. 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 didnt have to sit alone at lunch after all.

What’s next? The size of my cock?” “Hey, even pencils can get the job done—I’ve heard the moaning from your room to prove it.

Wrath held her even closer, right to his beating chest. “. . . a son?” “Yes. A son.” All of a sudden, he felt the biggest, widest, happiest grin hit his face, the g*dd*mn thing stretching his cheeks until they hurt, making his eyes water from the strain, pulling at his temples until they burned. And the joy wasn’t just on his puss. A flush so great it burned him alive flooded through his body, cleansing him in places he didn’t know were dirty, washing out cobwebs that had crept into his corners, making him feel alive in a way he hadn’t been in a very, very long time. Before he knew what he was doing, he burst to his feet with Beth in his arms, leaned back, and hollered at the top of his lungs, with more pride than his six-foot-nine frame could hold. “A soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon! I’m having a soooooooooooooooooooooooon!”-Wrath & Beth

After a moment, Wrath turned to John. This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-Okay, that was so not my fault--which wiped out two-thirds of the human population.Id like to remind you that you dont like humans.They smell bad when theyre dead.All you mortal types do.

Love, he realized, was like the daggers he made in his forge: When you first got one it was shiny and new and the blade glinted bright in the light. Holding it against your palm, you were full of optimism for what it would be like in the field, and you couldnt wait to try it out. Except those first couple of nights out were usually awkward as you got used to it and it got used to you.Over time, the steel lost its brand-new gleam, and the hilt became stained, and maybe you nicked the shit out of the thing a couple of times. What you got in return, however, saved your life: Once the pair of you were well acquainted, it became such a part of you that it was an extension of your own arm. It protected you and gave you a means to protect your brothers; it provided you with the confidnece and the power to face whatever came out of the night; and wherever you went, it stayed with you, right over your heart, always there when you needed it.You had to keep the blade up, however. And rewrap the hilt from time to time. And double-check the weight. when it came to weapons. Why hadnt it dawned on him that matings were the same?(From the thoughts of Vishous)

V had a passing thought that she used the word anyway like an eraser on a crowded chalkboard. She said it whenever she needed to clear off the things shed just shared to make room for more.

You keep showing up here? Being who you are? There was a pause. Im going to fall in love with you. -Rehvenge

Personally, I think so-called common language is more interesting and apropos than proper English; its passionate and powerful in ways that wherefore art thou ass and thy elbow just isnt.

Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward

Love, he realized, was like the daggers he made in his forge: When you first got one it was shiny and new and the blade glinted bright in the light. Holding it against your palm, you were full of optimism for what it would be like in the field, and you couldnt wait to try it out. Except those first couple of nights out were usually awkward as you got used to it and it got used to you.Over time, the steel lost its brand-new gleam, and the hilt became stained, and maybe you nicked the shit out of the thing a couple of times. What you got in return, however, saved your life: Once the pair of you were well acquainted, it became such a part of you that it was an extension of your own arm. It protected you and gave you a means to protect your brothers; it provided you with the confidnece and the power to face whatever came out of the night; and wherever you went, it stayed with you, right over your heart, always there when you needed it.You had to keep the blade up, however. And rewrap the hilt from time to time. And double-check the w

You could lose the ones you loved in the blink of an eye—and he was willing to bet, when it happened, you weren’t thinking about all the reasons that could have kept you apart. You thought of all the reasons that kept you together. And, no doubt, how you wished you’d had more time. Even if you’d had centuries… When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch—when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had. No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given.

He swiveled his head towards Eddie. Tell me how to get over to the Four Lads. Do I have to die again?If he did, he had a Beretta on him and he knew what kicking the bucket from a gunshot was like. Snore.Dont bother. Adrian cracked his knuckles. Theyre not going to tell you anything. They cant.What the fuck? I thought I worked for them.You work for both sides, and theyve given you all the help they can.Jim looked back and forth between the two angels. Each of them had the tight expression of a guy with a shoestring noosing up his balls.Help? he said. Wheres my goddamned help?They gave you us, asshole, Adrian snapped. And thats all they can do--Ive already gone over and asked them whos supposed to be next. I figured it would help you, you ungrateful bastard.

An active mind didnt need distractions in its physical environment. It needed a collection of outstanding books and a good lamp. Maybe some cheese and crackers.