J.R. Ward Quotes

You want to know what death is! I’ll tell you what it is—death is the living forgetting you! What you smell like and look like, what your voice sounds like, how you laugh! Even if there is an afterlif...

You will leave now, she said softly, or I will drag you out of here by your hair.The man had breath like a day-old tuna sandwich. I hate dykes. You always think you're tougher than you really----Xhex...

You're a freak. But I really can't accept these-'Were you raised in a barn? Don't be ruuuuuude, my boy. They're a gift.'Blay shook his head. 'Take them, John. You're just going to lose this argument,...

You've got some of me in you, cop.' Wrath's smile stuck around as he slid his glasses back on. 'Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't think it went past the pain-in-the-ass-part is all.

Your past was the same as your skin: with you for life, both the proverbial beauty marks . . . and the scars.

You’re going to kill me anyway. —

You’re going to let me kiss you, he said. It wasn’t a question, but she nodded anyway, and he closed the distance between their mouths. His lips were soft and his kiss softer. And he pulled back too f...

You’ve got some of me in you,

Zsadist blinked a couple of times. What the hell just happened? He looked around the room as if the furniture or maybe the drapes could help him out. Then his acute hearing tuned in to a quiet sound....

Just as children have growing pains as their bodies work to attain maturity, as people’s souls deepen and gain resonance it’s the same thing. To be challenged, to stretch, to get stronger comes only w...

The Shitstorm Survivors’ Club. Christ,

The place appeared to be exactly like what you’d expect the king of the vampires to live in: spooky, creepy, threatening. It was all that Halloween shit, except this was for real. The people in there...

A male after my own heart. And don’t knock perversion, you judgmental little fuck. You never know when you might find it appealing.

After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate.

After all, tragedy didn’t discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate. No matter what your skin color was or how much money you had, whether you were gay or straight, or an atheist...

After she knocked, she walked into the room with confidence she didn’t feel, her head up, her spine straight, her unease camo’d by a combo of posture and professional focus. How are you this evening?...

And speaking of on board, she'd moved into John's room properly. In his closet, her leathers and her muscles shirts were hanging next to his, and their shitkickers were lined up together, and all her...

And suddenly it wasn’t a joke. The further she went, the more serious Lassiter got, and the shakier Wrath’s shellan became, as if the words she were speaking were ones of great value and meaning. This...

Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking...

As he kissed her back, she thought about what happily-ever-afters were about, and decided that true love didn’t mean effortless, and ever-after wasn’t about cruise control. You started with the attrac...