Quotes by J.R. Ward

Thats you, Wrath said. You shall be called the Black Dagger warrior Dhestroyer, descended of Wrath son of Wrath.But youll always be Butch to us, Rhage cut in. As well as hard-ass. Smart-ass. Royal pain in the ass. You know, whatever the situation calls for. I think as long as theres an ASS in there, itll be accurate.How about bASStard? Z suggested.Nice. I feel that.

V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin.Take off your coat.Excuse me?Take it off.No.I want it off.Then I suggest you hold your breath. Wont affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you.

In this state, the club was The Wizard of Oz made obvious: All the magic that went on here night after night, all the buzz and excitement, was really just a combination of electronics, booze, and chemicals, an illusion for the people who walked through the front doors, a fantasy that allowed them to be whatever they werent in their day-to-day lives.

Listen to me ... and I want you to remember this. Your legs are part of you, but not all of you or what you are. So wherever we go after tonight, I need you to know that you are no less for the injury. Even if you are in a chair, you still stand as tall as you ever did. Height is just a vertical number - it doesnt mean shit when it comes to your character or the kind of life you live.

Abruptly, the sea of people parted . . . and then there they were. Bella, with Nalla in her arms, Z standing beside his girls. Beth broke down all over again as the female came forward. God, it was impossible not to remember how Nalla had started this, putting into motion the need that had become undeniable. Bella was tearing up, too, as she stopped. “We just want to say yay!” At that moment, Nalla reached out to Beth, a gummy smile on her face, pure joy radiating out. No turning that down, nope, not at all. Beth took the little girl out of her mother’s arms and positioned her on her chest, capturing one of the pinwheeling hands and giving kisses, kisses, kisses. “You ready to be a big . . .” Beth glanced at Z and then her husband. “. . . a big sister?” Yes, Beth thought. Because that’s what the Brotherhood and their families were. Close as siblings, tighter than blood because they were chosen. “Yes, she is,” Bella said as she wiped under her eyes and looked back at Z. “She is so ready.” “My brother.” Z shoved out his palm, his scarred face in a half smile, his yellow eyes warm. “Congratulations.” Instead of shaking anything, Wrath shoved that ultrasound picture into his Brother’s face. “Do you see him? See my son? He’s big, right, Beth?” She kissed Nalla’s supersoft hair. “Yes.” “Big and healthy, right?” Beth laughed some more. “Big and healthy. Absolutely perfect.” “Perfect!” Wrath bellowed. “And this is a doctor saying it—I mean, she went to medical school.” Even Z started laughing at that point. Beth gave Nalla back to her parents. “And Dr. Sam told me she’s delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career—” “See!” Wrath yelled. “She knows these things. My son is perfect! Where’s the champagne? Fritz! Get the fucking champagne!

There was no reply. So Z glanced over again - just as a tear slide down Phurys cheek.Ah...fuck, Z muttered.Yeah. Pretty much. Another tear rolled out of Phurys eye. God...damn. Im leaking.Okay, brace yourself.Phury scrubbed his face with his palms. Why?Because... I think Im going to try to hug you.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

I ejaculated about ten minutes ago and the stuff was black. So everything is not normal.Silence greeted that happy little announcement. Man, if he had hauled off and sucker-punched V, he would have gotten less of a shocked-out reaction.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.(Dark Lover)

God, now she knew what decent men felt like, the disquiet before taking someone for their first time.

Gentlemen,” the king called out, “and ladies, First Meal is getting cold.” Which was the cue for everyone to head back to the dining room and actually eat what had been only studiously ignored up until now. With Payne safe and at home, appetites were free to roam once more . . . although as God was his witness he was not going to think about what the hell that surgeon and his sister were no doubt about to get into. As he groaned, Jane tightened her arm around his waist. “Are you all right?” He glanced down at his shellan. “I don’t think my sister is old enough to have sex.” “V, she’s the same age you are.” He frowned for a moment. Was she? Or had he been born first? Yeah, only one place to go for the answer to that. Shit, he hadn’t even thought of his mother in all this. And now that he was . . . he had absolutely no desire or interest to pop up there and announce that Payne was doing great, fuck you very

Im sorry, he muttered. If I... uh, hurt your feelings or something. She glared at him. Im not hurt. Im pissed off and sexually frustrated. His head snapped back on his spine. Well... then. Okaaaaay.

As he shut the door, he was painfully aware that they were each talking about their young--only Wraths had four paws and a tail.Least he didnt have to worry about George succeeding him or being blind.

Some things are destined to be -- it just takes us a couple of triesto get there.

And why had those prayers been focused heavenward? Well, it kind of made sense, didnt it? Even when there were no more options for the body, the hearts wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above.

True enough. I say this all the time.Trez looked at his hands. “I didn’t ask for this.”“No one asks for life.” The executioner hiked iAm’s body up higher. “And sometimes they do not ask for death...

The hardest thing is being with other people - its like theyre on a different wavelenght, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and whats wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. Its a whole different language, and youve got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. Its really hard to relate.

His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they’d been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting.It wasn’t the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs.“God, I miss you,” he said in a voice that cracked. “Every night. Every day…

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy hed been back then. But she had the grown male.She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.