J.R. Ward Quotes (94 Quotes)




    Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't know it went past the pain-in-the-ass part.

    Praying's not going to help. Too late for that, Jane...I gave you a chance to have it on your terms. Now we'll do this on mine

    Wrath walked over to the closet and looked throught the clothes. He took out a black long-sleeved shirt, a pair of leather pants, and --jeez, what was this? Oh, not fucking likely. He was not going to fight in BVDs. He'd go commando before he got cought dead inthose things.




    Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.

    Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Marissa. Don't ever forget that.

    See, this was his kind of decorating. An active mind don't need distractions in its physical environment. It needed a collection of outstanding books and a good lamp. Maybe some cheese and crackers


    How sweetly he came to her, she thought. Even with his bulk and power, he came to her...sweetly.

    For no good reason, he thought of Xhex. Xhex was a thunderstorm made up of hues of black and iron gray, power leashed but no less lethal for its control. Cormia was a sunny day cast in rainbow of brightness. He put his hand over his heart and bowed to her, then left. As he started up for his room, he wondered whether he liked the storm or the sunshine better.

    He nodded and curled over his paper, writing quickly. As his words took form on the white page, she got to watch him...and realized she never wanted him to go. She wanted him here beside her forever.

    I liked you, cop. From the moment I met you. Noà not the first moment. I wanted to kill you when I first met you. But then I liked you. A lot.


    Because sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out.

    I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.

    In quick succession, Qhuinn reviewed his answers: No, of course not, the knife was acting of its own volition. I was actually trying to stop it...No, I only meant to give him a shave...No, I didn't realize that slicing open someone's jugular was going to lead to death.

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

    The Brotherhood was strong, a unit. a powerful force in their world for good. And so too were the females. Strong. A unit. A powerful force for good in their world.


    John Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it,or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.

    Man, it was a good thing he fought like a nasty bastard or he might have been taken for a nancy.


    John leaned in and pressed his lips to hers; then he stretched out beside her. His body was exhausted but, his heart was alive with a joy so pure it was like the sunlight he didn't get to see anymore: He was a mute-ass motherfucker with a nasty past and a night job that involved fighting evil and slaughtering the undead. And in spite of all that...he'd gotten the girl.


    John took his fucking time in Xhex's shower , washing himself thoroughly not because he was dirty, but because he figured two could play at the whole whip-the-state-clean, what-happened-didn't-happen thing.

    Phury glanced at John and thought that sometimes it took only a hairbreadth between cars to avoid a mortal accident. Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door. Kind of made a male believe in the divine.

    See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings.

    John's tattoo..Goddamn..He'd done it as a memorial to her-putting her name in his skin so she'd be with him always. After all, there was nothing more permanent than that-hell, that was why in the mating ceremony males got their backs carved up: Rings could get lost.


    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.


    She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her



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

    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.


    Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.

    You've got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always right, but their souls remain pure. -Lassiter the Angel

    Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?



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