J.R. Ward Quote

The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the ma...

His stare shifted back over to Qhuinn. The guy's huge body was arching into the human woman, his broad shoulders and his tight hips and his long, powerful legs guaranteeing her one hell of a ride. He...

I want to be with you, too, he said. I’ll come to your room after dawn.Qhuinn didn’t want to ask. Had to. What about Saxton? He’s gone on vacation. Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally. For how long? Just a couple of...

God...this was who he loved, he thought. And always would. It was the thrust of that stubborn jaw, and the dark, slashing eyebrows, and those piercings up his ear and in his full lower lip. It was tha...

Qhuinn would reach out and touch the bandage … and then he would let his fingers wander off the gauze and the surgical tape onto the warm, smooth skin of Blay’s stomach. Blay would be shocked, but in...

Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn— and probably always would be.Why? he said to his lover.Because I want you for however long I have you.

No Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common. Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.

As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.

He wanted to say. And not we as in the Brotherhood.Not even we as in he and John. More like … me.

No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given. Enough, Qhuinn thought. Enough with the excuses, and the avoidance, and the trying to be someone, anyone else. Even if he g...