147 Quotes & Sayings By Jr Ward

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't 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. J.r. Ward

I… What are you saying, Zsadist?" she stammered, even though she'd 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. "It's messy." Bella took the paper. In a child's 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 can't read it, " he said in a small voice. "I can do it over."  She shook her head. "I can read it just fine. It's… beautiful."" I don't expect anything back. I mean… I know that you don't… feel that for me anymore. But I wanted you to know. It's important that you knew. J.r. Ward

You would have made a fine warrior, you know that?" I am one. Death is my enemy." Yeah, it is, isn't it." God, it made such sense that he'd bonded with her. She was a fighter… like him. "Your scalpel's your dagger." Yup. J.r. Ward

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. J.r. Ward

I'm going to talk to her."" And how's that going to go? You're just going to walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I know you've never seen me before, but I'm your dad. Oh, and guess what? You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland! J.r. Ward

There aren't 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 you'll use this wisely."" Wisely?" She snapped the syringe out of his hand. "No, I'm going to poke him in the eye with it. Because that's what they trained me to do in medical school. J.r. Ward

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. J.r. Ward

The staircase that was revealed was lit with a soft red glow. I feel like I'm walking down into a porn movie, " V muttered as they took the steps with care. Wouldn't 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. J.r. Ward

-BDB on the board- Knitter's AnonimousMay 8, 2006Rhage (in his bedroom posting in V's room on the board) Hi, my name is V.("Hi, V")I've been knitting for 125 years now.(*gasping noises*) It's begun to impact my personal relationships: my brothers think I'm a nancy. It's begun to affect my health: I'm getting a callus on my forefinger and I find bits of yarn in all my pockets and I'm starting to smell like wool. I can't concentrate at work: I keep picturing all these lessers in Irish sweaters and thick socks.(*sounds of sympathy*) I've come seeking a community of people who, like me, are trying not to knit. Can you help me?(* We're 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, don't you. I got four words for you, my brother. Rhage: Four words? Okay..lemme see.. Rhage, you're so sexy.hmmm.. Rhage, you're SO smart. No wait! Rhage, you're SO right! That's it, isn't it..g'head. You can tell me. Vishous: First one starts with a "P"Use your head for the other three. Bastard.Rhage: P? Hmm.. Please pass the yarn Vishous: Payback is a bitch! Rhage: OhhhhhhhhhhhhI'm so scuuuuuurred. Can you whip me up a blanket to hide under?. J.r. Ward

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. J.r. Ward

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. J.r. Ward

You're getting into some kind of shape, cop." Aw, come on, now." Butch grinned. "Don't let that shower we took go to your head." Rhage fired a towel at the male. "Just pointing out your beer gut's gone." It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it. 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 that's .. . pretty damn funny." Rhage beamed. "I knew I liked you. J.r. Ward

They don't 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."" They're for fighting, not fashion."" So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan."" And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off." Butch assumed a bored expression. "You can bite me. J.r. Ward

Gimme an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! What's it spell? HEAD FUCK.- Jane J.r. Ward

Wrath: What the hell are you supposed to ask? Rhage: I know! Who do you like the most? It's me right? Come on, you know it is. Come oooooonnnnn- Butch: If its you, , I'll kill myself. V: No, that just means she's blind. Rhage: It has to be me. V: She said she didn't 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 don't like anyone the best Wrath: Right answer. Rhage: She's just sparing all of you feelings. (grins, becoming impossibly handsome) She's so polite. J. R.: Next question? Rhage: Why do you like me the best? . J.r. Ward

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. J.r. Ward

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 . J.r. Ward

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."" I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans."" They smell bad when they're dead."" All you mortal types do. 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 couldn't 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 hadn't it dawned on him that matings were the same?( From the thoughts of Vishous) . 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 couldn't 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 . J.r. Ward

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. . J.r. Ward

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."Don't bother." Adrian cracked his knuckles. "They're not going to tell you anything. They can't." What the fuck? "I thought I worked for them."" You work for both sides, and they've 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. "Where's my goddamned help?"" They gave you us, asshole, " Adrian snapped. "And that's all they can do-- I've already gone over and asked them who's supposed to be next. I figured it would help you, you ungrateful bastard. . J.r. Ward

That's you, " Wrath said. You shall be called the Black Dagger warrior Dhestroyer, descended of Wrath son of Wrath.""But you'll 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 there's an ASS in there, it'll be accurate."" How about b A S Stard?" Z suggested." Nice. I feel that. J.r. Ward

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. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you. J.r. Ward

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 weren't in their day-to-day lives. J.r. Ward

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 doesn't mean shit when it comes to your character or the kind of life you live. J.r. Ward

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! . J.r. Ward

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

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

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. J.r. Ward

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

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

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 . J.r. Ward

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

As he shut the door, he was painfully aware that they were each talking about their young--only Wrath's had four paws and a tail. Least he didn't have to worry about George succeeding him or being blind. J.r. Ward

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

And why had those prayers been focused heavenward? Well, it kind of made sense, didn't it? Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart's 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. J.r. Ward

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 i Am’s body up higher. “And sometimes they do not ask for death... J.r. Ward

The hardest thing is being with other people - it's like they're on a different wavelenght, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate. J.r. Ward

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… . J.r. Ward

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 he'd 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. J.r. Ward

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. J.r. Ward

Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof. J.r. Ward

The thing was, the places of your life, like the clothes you wore and the car you drove and the friends and associates you had, were a product of the way you lived. J.r. Ward

You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland! J.r. Ward

You know, ” he said, “this is why I love you so much.” Her tone was heartbreakingly warm. “What do you mean?” You don’t ask me to go inside because it’s cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand. J.r. Ward

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 ï¬â€šowed 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. J.r. Ward

Too late Bella. Now, it's too late. Show me. J.r. Ward

Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like." Qhuinn started to shake his head. "No..I don't think—"" Yes" After a moment, Qhuinn slid both his hands up Blay's thick neck and captured the male's sturdy jaw in his palms. "You sure?" When Blay nodded, Qhuinn titled his friend's head back and to the side and held it in place as he slowly closed the distance. Just before their mouths touched, Blay's eyelashes fluttered down and he trembled . J.r. Ward

I didn't know it would be black, " she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ! J.r. Ward

She silenced him with her mouth, then pulled back. "You can't change what I think of you." He reached up and brushed her lower lip with his thumb." If you truly knew me, everything you believe would change."" Your heart would be the same. And that is what I love. J.r. Ward

I love her so damned much." Manny heard himself say. “That’s my heart right there. That’s my woman”. J.r. Ward

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. J.r. Ward

Rough times." Qhuinn shrugged. "And I'm not interested in saints."" Really? You're in love with one, " Layla chimed in. As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. "Damn straight I am, " he said softly. As the redhead turned red--natch--that connection between the two males became positively tangible. Love was such a beautiful thing. J.r. Ward

He had been aware of the distance traveled by his heart, similar to the way a hiker became lost in the wilderness. A half mile out and you could still see where you had started, could easily find the way back home. But ten miles and a number of forks in your trail later and there was no going back. At that point, you had no choice but to marshal the resources to build yourself a shelter and put down fresh roots. . J.r. Ward

They don't 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."" They're for fighting, not fashion."" So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan."" And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off." Butch assumed a bored expression. "You can bite . J.r. Ward

The past is what it is–good and bad, it’s written and unchanging. And there’s solace to be had in that.” Tears pricked her eyes. “What do you mean?” There was a long pause. “The good parts are more luminous because you can trust them. And the bad parts can’t get any more tragic for precisely the same reason. The past is safe because it is indelible. J.r. Ward

Then again, he supposed the healing process, in contrast to trauma, was gentle and slow... The soft closing of a door, rather than a slam.- John J.r. Ward

If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese. J.r. Ward

The front door swung open, and Zsadist strode into the house. Wrath glared. "Nice of you to show up, Z. Busy tonight with the females?"" How about you get off my dick? J.r. Ward

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing. J.r. Ward

And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers?"" Don't-" Wrath shut his mouth. "Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL? J.r. Ward

Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants. J.r. Ward

God, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days. J.r. Ward

The heavy soul will not pass though the body is failing. J.r. Ward

Rhage exhaled slowly, air easing out of his nose. As he sank into his skin, he reveled in the perfection of peace. The heavenly silence. The great roaring absence. J.r. Ward

And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made - when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him. J.r. Ward

One thing, though, " Qhuinn murmured." What?" The voice that came out his throat was unlike anything he'd ever heard from himself before. "If any guy breaks your heart or treats you like shit, I will bust him apart with my bare hands and leave his broken, bloody body for the sun." Blay's laughter rumbled around the tiled walls. "Of course you will--"" I'm dead fucking serious." Blay's blue eyes shot over his shoulder." If there are any who dare to hurt you, " Qhuinn growled in the Old Language, "I shall see them staked afore me and shall leave their bodies in ruin. J.r. Ward

A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there. J.r. Ward

I would do anything for you. Anything."With that, he pushed his way out...and as the door eased shut, she realized that I love you could indeed be said without actually uttering the phrase. Actions did mean more than words. J.r. Ward

When her blue-black eyes lifted to his, everything disappeared. Their bodies dematerialized. The room they were in ceased to exist. Time became nothing. And in the void, in the wormhold, Wrath's chest opened up sure as if he'd been shot, a piercing pain licking over his nerve endings. He knew then that there are many ways for a heart to break. Sometimes it's from the crowding of life, the compression of responsibility and birthright and burden that just squeezed you until you couldn't breathe anymore. Even though your lungs were working just fine. And sometimes it's from the casual cruelty of a fate that took you far from where you had thought you would end up. And sometimes it's age in the face of youth. Or sickness in the face of health. But sometimes it's just because you're looking into the eyes of your lover, and your gratitude for having them in your life overflows..because you showed them what was on the inside and they didn't run scared or turn away: they accepted you and loved you and held you in the midst of your passion or your fear..or your combination of both. Wrath closed his eyes and focused on the soft pulls at his wrist. God, they were just like the beat of his heart. Which made sense. Because she was the center of his chest. And the center of his world. J.r. Ward

The necklace was a good excuse, " he murmured." For what?"" I thought maybe I could go to Charleston and show up at your front door to give this back and maybe… you might let me in. Or something. I was worried that another male would court you, so I've been trying to go as fast as I could. I mean, I figured maybe if I could read, and if I took a little better care of myself, and if I tried to stop being such a mean-ass motherfucker…" He shook his head. "But don't misunderstand. It's not like I expected you to be happy to see me. I was just… you know, hoping… coffee. Tea. Chance to talk. Or some shit. Friends, maybe. Except if you had a male, he wouldn't allow that. So, yeah, that's why I've been hurrying." His yellow eyes lifted to hers. He was wincing, as if he were afraid of what might be showing on her face." Friends?" she said." Yeah… I mean, I wouldn't disgrace you by asking for more than that. I know that you regret… Anyway, I just couldn't let you go without… Yeah, so… friends. J.r. Ward

Mary.” Turning at the soft sound of her name, she glanced behind herself. Then frowned. “Lassiter?” “I’m over here.” “Where?” She looked all around. “Why is your voice echoing?” “Chimney.” “What?” “I’m stuck in the fucking chimney.” She raced over to the fireplace and got on her hands and knees. Looking up into the dark flue, she shook her head. “Lass? What the hell are you doing up there?” His voice emanated from somewhere above her. “Don’t tell anyone, okay?” “What are you–” An arm came down. A very sooty arm that was encased in a red sleeve that had white trim. Or what had been white trim and which was now smudged with ash. “You’re stuck! ” she exclaimed. “And thank God no one lit this fire! ” “You’re telling me, ” he muttered in his disembodied voice. “I had to blow out Fritz’s match like a hundred times before he gave up. Fuck, that sounds dirty. Anyway, just remind me never to try to be Santa for your kid, okay? I’m not doing this again, even for her.” Mary stretched a little farther in, but the logs on the hearth stopped her. “Lassiter. Why can’t you free yourself by dematerializing–” “I’m impaled on a hook that’s iron. I can’t go ghost. And will you just take this?” “Wha . J.r. Ward

Those eerie diamond eyes shifted over to her and she stilled, as if he's willed her to do so. There was a moment of silence. And then in a rough voice the man whose life she saved spoke four words that changed everything...changed her life, changed her destiny: "She. Comes. With. Me. J.r. Ward

And mortal terror in a female was Z's favorite turn-on. He got off on it like most males favored crap from Victoria's Secret. J.r. Ward

Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel… alive. Awakened. J.r. Ward

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither! J.r. Ward

Okay, okay, okay … go to your corners, boys. This is a nice Aubusson carpet you’re standing on. You get blood on it and I’ll have Fritz so far up my ass I’ll be coughing on his hankie. J.r. Ward

The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body. J.r. Ward

Listen, I don't want things to get weird, okay."" Oh, yeah, no, weird is bad."" But just so you and I are clear, I really fucking want to kiss you right now. J.r. Ward

You are a manipulator. I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer. J.r. Ward

Vengeance was one hell of a roommate. J.r. Ward