Quotes From "The King" By 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

As Joab now reflected, however, much time had passed since David lived in that natural God-state and treated his devoted people with that kind of tender loving care. Nowadays, with his ego having taken over his life, David was a different machine. He had become callused, manipulative, and greedy. It was all about money, power, and control. He was now easily threatened, even by what seemed like small insignificant things. Disagreement with him in any form was dangerous. It didn’t take much to set him off, and when it did, anything might happen. . Marco Raye

What Joab did not and could not know was that it was ego, and the ego of a king is just like the ego of anyone else. It is a social infection, entering each person as a psychological virus that is passed on by their parents’ egos and other social stimuli. It is born of negativity–of not being good enough thoughts of not having enough, of fear, and worry of failure. Because of its insecure nature, the ego loves to dominate and control others. It’s control or be controlled. Marco Raye

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

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

What would it be like to think what a gerbil thinks, from a gerbil's point of view? Kind of like Thomas Nigel's 1974 paper, 'What Is It Like to Be a Bat?' There's a subjective character of experience that's never captured in reductive accounts. Know what I mean?'' Um .. . Sure. Steven James

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

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

The true nature of man left to himself without restraint is not nobility but savagery. Steven James

What kind of look are you going for?” he asked instead. “Clothed. J.r. Ward

Perfect! " Wrath bellowed. "And this is a doctor saying it -- I mean, she went to medical school."..." 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! J.r. Ward

Beth's not on that train?"" Nope. She's not even in that station, that town, or that part of whatever country your metaphor lives in. J.r. Ward

Don't even think about it." Søren said as Kingsley pulled his coat and gloves off." I'm always thinking about it." Kingsley said. "I brought the lube."" Kingsley, it's not even five in the morning yet."" You beat me this early before."" I was attempting to wake you up."" With your alarm cock? Tiffany Reisz

Are you holding her?” Wrath asked. There was a pause. “As soon as I get this bow tied in the back–hold on, girlie. Okay, up you go. She’s in a pink dress that Cormia made her by hand. I hate pink. I like it on her, though–but keep that to yourself.” Wrath flexed his hands. “What’s it like?” “Not totally hating pink? Pretty fuck–ehrm, frickin’ emasculating.” “Yeah.” “Do not tell me Lassiter’s been metrosexualizing even you. I heard he talked Manello into going for a pedicure with him–but I’m praying that’s just gossip.”- Wrath & Zsadist . J.r. Ward