J.R. Ward Quotes & Sayings

But what was between them went further than a mating ceremony or a back carving or a witnessed exchange of commitment. He couldn't put his finger on the why of it ... but she was his missing puzzle piece, the twelfth in his dozen, the first and the last pages of his book. And at some level that was all he needed. — J.R. Ward

Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie.
John Mathew — J.R. Ward

You are the sweetest thug I've ever known. — J.R. Ward

For her, he was . . . the one. — J.R. Ward

Okay, big guy, as much as I'm enjoying this, I don't think my tan's improving much considering it's pitch dark." [Butch to Vishous]
"You don't have a tan."
"See? This is getting me nowhere. So how about we head home? — J.R. Ward

The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other." -Rhage
"That depends more on your mouth than any floorplan." -Phury — J.R. Ward

The door to Blay's room opened wide without a knock, a hello, a hey-are-you-decent.
Qhuinn stood in between the jambs, breathing hard, like he'd run down the hall of statues.
Sh**, had Layla lost the pregnancy after all?
Those mismatched eyes searched around. "You by yourself?"
Why the hell would - Oh, Saxton. Right. "Yes - "
The male took three strides forward, reached up ... and kissed the ever-loving crap out of Blay.
The kiss was the kind that you remembered all your life, the connection forged with such totality that everything from the feel of the body against your own, to the warm slid of another's lips on yours, to the power as well as the control, was etched into your mind ... — J.R. Ward

I liked you, cop. From the moment I met you. No ... not the first moment. I wanted to kill you when I first met you. But then I liked you. A lot. — J.R. Ward

She got her phone again and went into the received-calls log and fired up Rehvenge's number. She took a deep breath and a long pull on the latte. And hit send.
Destiny had a 518 area code.
Who knew.

-Ehlena's thoughts — J.R. Ward

Hharm lunged forth. "My son!" Without — J.R. Ward

Because love, after all, was eternal and not subject to the whims of death. — J.R. Ward

MOUNTAINS OF CALDWELL, NEW YORK, PRESENT DAY T — J.R. Ward

V frowned. There was only a hissing sound coming from the voice mail. But then a clatter had him yanking the phone away from his ear.
Now Butch's voice, hard, loud: "Dematerialize. Dematerialize now."
A scared male: "But-but-"
"Now! For fuck's sake, get your ass out of here ... " Sounds of muffled flapping.
"Why are you doing this? You're just a human-"
"I am so sick of hearing that. Leave!"
There was a metallic shifting, a gun being reloaded.
Butch's voice: "Oh,shit ... "
Then all hell broke loose. Gunshots, grunts, thuds.
V leaped up from his desk so fast he knocked his chair over. — J.R. Ward

One shot. That was all you got. - Isaac — J.R. Ward

Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been. — J.R. Ward

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 was tradition for her, he realized. — J.R. Ward

If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown. — J.R. Ward

Blay found himself envying the couple a little. Not about the familial estrangement, for sure. But God ... to be able to be seen with your mate in public, show your love for them, have your relationship respected by everyone else? Heterosexual couples took that for granted because they never knew anything different. Their unions were sanctioned by the glymera, even if the pairs were not in love, or were cheating on each other or were otherwise a fraud.
Two males?
Hah. — J.R. Ward

As V arrived back at the mansion with the King, he'd really just plain fucking had it with everyone. And that included himself. But — J.R. Ward

what say you?" "Fuck," came the reply. "Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer." Wrath — J.R. Ward

Vishous: " ... we both would slaughter anything that so much as startled you."
Jane: "I'm scared of mice and spiders. But you don't need to use that gun on your hip to blow a hole in a wall if I ran into one, okay? Havaheart traps and rolled newspapers work just as well. Plus, you don't need a Sheetrock patch and plaster job afterward. I'm just saying. — J.R. Ward

When you were contemplating cheating on your mate, it was not easy on the conscience. And not something you wanted to do in the home you shared with her. — J.R. Ward

V chuckled. "I had to do something to shut you up. Every damn time I've run into you since I grew it, you ask me if I've French-kissed a tailpipe."
(Rhage) — J.R. Ward

Wrath dragged Beth into his arms and hugged her hard, talking in that other language again. When he pulled back, he ended the monologue with something like leelan.
Beth: Is that vampire talk for bitch? — J.R. Ward

She wondered if there was a rule against shellans riding. Probably not ... As long as she was sidesaddle, dressed in armor plating, and had a helmet made of reinforced, skid-resistant Kevlar, they'd probably let her go a few circles around the fountain in front of the house. Vroom-vroom. Fucking wheeeeeeee. — J.R. Ward

You stay away from Xcor." "You are not in a position to give orders, female." He laughed in a hard burst. "Jesus Christ, I can't believe this is all over someone like him. Who the hell is that piece of shit anyway - " "He's your fucking brother," she snapped. "That's who he is. — J.R. Ward

Sister," he murmured, not as an inquiry, but a statement of fact. "Brother mine," she groaned ... before her consciousness slipped from her grasp and she drifted away. But she would come back to him. One way or the other, she would not leave her twin ever again. — J.R. Ward

He wanted to prostrate at newton's alter and weep with gratitude for the blessing that made all things fall to the goddamn ground — J.R. Ward

If it had been anyone else, Wrath would have used his favourite pair of words: Fuck and off — J.R. Ward

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 grabbed the man's wrist, turned him in a little circle, and cranked him arm up to the middle of his back. Then she clipped her leg around his ankles and shoved him off balance. He landed like a side of beef, the wind getting knocked out of him on a curse, his body plowing into the short-napped carpet. In a quick move, she bent down, buried one hand in his gelled-up hair, and locked the other on the collar of his suit jacket. As she draggep him face-first to the side exit, she was multitasking : creating a scene, commiting both an assault and a battery, and running the risk of a brawl if his buddies in the Hall of Fucktards got involved. But you had to put on a show every once in a while. To keep the peace, you had to get your hands dirty every once in a while. — J.R. Ward

Tohr laughed softly. Yeah, I'm not much for the emotive crap either-Ouch! Wellsie, what the he*l? — J.R. Ward

The Brotherhood and the Band of Bastards had to go try and make peace. And he had to go look his brother in the face. - — J.R. Ward

Shit, this had to be how Alzheimer's patients felt: Their personality was intact and so was their intellect ... but they were surrounded by a world that no longer made sense because they couldn't hold on to their memories and associations and extrapolations. — J.R. Ward

Hey, it's a party already," Trez called out as he and iAm arrived. "Oh, nice tux. Isn't that Tom Ford?"
"Or was it Dick Chrysler," Rhage interjected. "Harry GM - wait, that sounds dirty ... . — J.R. Ward

The guy stroked his goatee. "What do you call twenty guys watching the world series?"
"The New York Yankees," Butch replied. — J.R. Ward

The sense that in his mother's view, he had let down his family just by being who he was ... was a failure of acceptance that he was never going to get over. He just wanted to live, honestly and out front, with no apology. Like everyone else. To love who he loved, be who he was ... but society had a different standard. — J.R. Ward

Please," Eddie implored. "Not Lassiter. Anybody but Lassiter - he could be anywhere on the planet, doing anything. — J.R. Ward

Let him go, V. And let him take her where he needs to go."
As Wrath's voice cut through the drama, the urge to go pyrotechnic became nearly irresistible. Like they needed another kibitzer? And fuck-that on the command.
V squeezed the surgeon's collar trash-bag tight. "You are not taking her anywhere
"
The hand on V's shoulder was heavy, and Wrath's voice had an edge like a dagger. "And you're not in charge here. She's my responsibility, not yours."
Wrong thing to say. On so many levels.
"She is my blood," he snarled.
"And I'm the one who put her on that bed. Oh, and I'm also your cocksucking king, so you will do as I command, Vishous. — J.R. Ward

As she took a deep breath, all she smelled was him, the scent going in her nose and blooming all over her body.
Bastard, she thought. Irresistible bastard — J.R. Ward

And the storm he was deliberately creating raked over the decimated landscape of his soul, obscuring the ragged, desolated mess he was. — J.R. Ward

His hands uncupped himself and he stared downward. It was a long while before he spoke, and when he did, his words were slow and considered ... and as ceaseless as his quiet tears.
"I wish I were whole. I wish I could have given you young if you'd wanted them and could conceive them. I wish I could have told you that it killed me when you thought I had been with anyone else. I wish I had spent the last year waking up every night and telling you I loved you. I wish I had mated you properly the evening you came back to me from the dead. I wish ... " Now his shimmering stare flipped up to hers. "I wish I were half as strong as you are and I wish I deserved you. And ... that's about it. — J.R. Ward

A leader should never delegate that which he had not done before and done well. — J.R. Ward

Then again, when you were facing the right person? None of the things they talked about on television, no Vera Wang dress, no champagne waterfall, no DJ or place setting or party favor mattered. "'I, — J.R. Ward

You and I are not going to survive long term, regardless of love or bonding, if you keep airbrushing things. If I keep airbrushing things. It's not a good strategy for us - and if this makes you feel like you're on the spot? As if I'm giving you an ultimatum? I don't care. If anything gets in the way of our relationship, anything, I will mow that shit down - even if it is you. — J.R. Ward

That human, he's a lesser waiting to happen, in my opinion
nothing less, nothing more — J.R. Ward

His ears caught a sweet chiming noise, and a moment later a warm rush fell over his body. How we doing Rhage? Too hot? Butch's voice. Up close. The cop was in the shower with him. And he smelled Turkish tobacco. V must be in the bathroom too. Hollywood? This too hot for you? No. He reached around for the soap, fumbling. Can't see. Just as well. No reason for you to know what we look naked together. Frankly, I'm traumatized enough for the both of us. Rhage smiled a little as a washcloth scrubbed over his face, neck and chest. — J.R. Ward

She was on the way downstairs, running through the checklist of things to do in the morning before they left for the show, when she heard cursing. Curious, she followed the expletives into Devlin's study. He was crouching in the corner of the room, frustrated.
He looked up as he heard her approach. Their eyes met in the dim light, and the flash of attraction, which always flared whenever they were together, made her feel warm inside.
"Sorry for the colorful language." His voice was deep and low.
"Highly descriptive as well as educational." She tried to smile nonchalantly. "I didn't know you could do that to a filing cabinet. — J.R. Ward

She was seriously staring.
Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger. — J.R. Ward

He cleared his throat and reminded himself that if you pissed Her Holiness off, they'd need barbecue tongs to pick up your steaming pieces. — J.R. Ward

Chaos and love when hand in hand and oh, the glorious grace of the world because of it. — J.R. Ward

As the two of them came up against each other, Qhuinn's mouth dropped open. But not because he was shocked an not because he wanted in on the action.
He simply couldn't breathe. It was as if his ribs had frozen along with his heart.
No ... no, goddamn it, no ...
"Tell me something," Saxton whispered. "Have you ever kissed a male before?"
Yes, he has, Qhuinn wanted to scream -
Blay shook his head. He actually shook his head. — J.R. Ward

Because love in its many forms always endured. It was the infinite. The eternal. That which sustained. — J.R. Ward

Xcor mounted her and pushed his cock in deep, his fingers biting into her hip bones and holding her as he started to pound. Now her breasts were kicking this way and that, and her lower teeth clapped into her upper ones, and her arms flapped. But her eyes were like fire as the animal in him subjugated the animal in her. He — J.R. Ward

The thing was, though, the ridiculous, pansy-ass saying was right: If you loved someone, you set them free. — J.R. Ward

I'll be here waiting for you and for whoever else you love. That's what the other side is. It's just love — J.R. Ward

Saxton smelled really good and had a handshake that was firm. "You've grown up a lot."
Blay found himself flushing as he took his hand back. "You're just the same."
"Am I?" Those pearl eyes flashed. "Is that good or bad?"
"Oh ... good. I didn't mean
"
"So tell me how you've been. Are you mated to some nice female your parents set you up with?"
Blay's laugh was sharp and hard. "God, no. There's no one for me. — 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

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. — J.R. Ward

But looking at this closet, so nice and arranged with their crazy lives at rest among these carefully placed clothes and footwear, she felt good about where they were. "Normal" was not a bad things in this lunatic world; it really was. No matter how it happened to be defined. — J.R. Ward

Your very best look, my queen, is the one you were born with. As far as I'm concerned, perfection can't be improved upon by either man nor God." Leaning in, he kissed her softly. "Just thought you'd want to know what your male's been thinking as I've been staring at you." Selena started to smile, especially as she realized that sometimes "I love you" could be said without those particular three words lined up in a row. "See?" she said softly. "I told you this was going to be the best night of my life. — J.R. Ward

The pair of them were staring at the computer screen like two dogs watching animal planet: very focused, but incapable of turning up the volume or changing the channel.
-Manny and Butch — J.R. Ward

Man, Rhage is playin' with fire," Butch said as he started to rack up the balls.
"I give Fritz thirty seconds before he's - Here he comes."
"I'm going to pretend I'm not here."
V took a swig of his Goose. "Me too."
While they got busy grabbing balls, Fritz came steaming across the foyer like a missile seeking a heat source.
"Watch your ass, Hollywood, true?" V muttered as Rhage came over with a basket of popped-and-fluffy.
"It's good for him. He needs the exercise - Fritz! How are you, buddy?"

-Butch, Vishous, & Rhage — J.R. Ward

When I picked up the bird and felt its light weight in my hands, I realized that carelessness was a form of cruelty. See, I'd always told myself that because I meant no harm, anything that happened wasn't my fault. At that moment, though, I knew I was wrong. If I hadn't given the female my gun, the bird wouldn't have been shot. I was responsible even though I didn't pull the trigger. — J.R. Ward

Qhuinn stopped breathing, focusing everything he had on the male who had been his best friend and his never-been lover ... and the ever-after that was never going to happen.
Even after all the things that had gone on between them, and all the fuckups on his end, which were legendary, Blay still had his back.
"I love you," Qhuinn blurted into the silence. — J.R. Ward

Then how about we start with a shower, he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness. — J.R. Ward

Rhage stepped out in front of him (JM), "Hey, hi! How are you?" Hollywood stuck his hand out. "I'd like to introduce myself. I'm the piece of meat that's going to force you headfirst into your buddy Quinn's Hummer as soon as it gets here. Just figured I'd introduced myself before I rope your ass and throw you over my shoulder like a bag of sand. — J.R. Ward

Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. "Must we do this?"
"What happened
"
"I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again."
Blay frowned. "He and I have nothing to say to each other
"
"with all due respect, the ligature marks on my neck would suggest otherwise. — J.R. Ward

She wanted to say something smart and kind, put together some combination of words to reach him where he'd reached her with his. But the thing was, there was more courage in these revelations of his than she had ever shown anyone, and in a world that was full of taking and cruelty, he was fucking breaking her heart with what he was giving her. — J.R. Ward

When you were rescuing the love of your life and his parents out in the middle of the blizzard. Even — J.R. Ward

There were times in life when, as much as you wanted to fight for something, you just had to let it go. — J.R. Ward

The bottom line is ... if you were in the civilian population, you'd be a serial killer. Working for the government means you get to wave the American flag around when it suits you, but the truth is, you do what you do because you enjoy picking the wings off of flies. And everybody's an insect in your eyes. — J.R. Ward

To his mind, free will was a privilege, not a right. — J.R. Ward

What do you think?" she asked in his voice. "We should totally remember this for Halloween, right? — J.R. Ward

Panting, he looked into a face he couldn't see. "What the fuck is your problem?"
"I'm bored." With that, she head-butted him right in the goddamn nose. — J.R. Ward

Trez looked at his hands. "I didn't ask for this." "No one asks for life." The executioner hiked iAm's body up higher. "And sometimes they do not ask for death. — J.R. Ward

Matter of fact, when it came to manscaping, all he had was a dark stripe that ran between his belly button and his ...
You know, maybe size did matter, she thought. — J.R. Ward

You're such a pain in the ass. (Butch)
Said the SIG to the Glock. (V) — J.R. Ward

Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like. — J.R. Ward

His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-theass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant and some model in a goddamn cologne ad.
Not that Qhuinn was bitter.
Because the guy was sharing Blay's bed.
Nah.
Nope. Not at all. — J.R. Ward

Mary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies. — J.R. Ward

Love, after all, was universal. Qhuinn closed his fist up tight, and knew he would never, ever take that ring off. "Always," Blay murmured. "Because family is an always kind of thing. — J.R. Ward

Death was one sure way to find peace, Rhage thought. And everyone died. Even vampires. Eventually. — J.R. Ward

I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth. — J.R. Ward

Marissa laughed, utterly delighted with her mate. "Later. Food first."
Butch settled back immediately, like she'd called his lust to a heel and it behaved because it wanted to be a good boy. As she left, the cop's eyes followed her with rank hunger and adoration.
V shook his head. "You are a total sap. — J.R. Ward

Do me a favor?" he whispered.
Beth's hold tightened on his hand. "Anything, what do you need?"
"Hum the Jeopardy theme." There was a pause.Then Beth burst out laughing and swatted his shoulder.
"Wrath-"
"Actually,take your clothes off and hum it while doing some belly grooves." As his shellan bent down and kissed his forehead, he looked up at her through his wraparounds. "You think I'm kidding? Come on, we both need the distraction. And I promise I'll tip well"
"You never carry cash."
He extended his tongue and swept it over his upper lip. "I plan on working it off. — J.R. Ward

Okay, so, Beth, follow me. 'I, Beth, a totally awesome chick ... '"
Beth barked out a giggle. "I, Beth ... "
"Where's the 'awesome chick' part? What? Come on, I have a license from the Internet. I know what I'm doing."
Wrath nodded at his leehan. "He's right. You are, in fact, awesome. I think we need to hear it."
"Can I get an amen!" Lassiter shouted.
"Ammmmmmmmmen!" echoed throughout the mansion.
"Fine, fine, fine," she said. "I, Beth, a totally awesome chick ... "
"' ... take this meathead, Wrath ... '"
" ... take this meathead, Wrath ... "
"' ... as my husband to have and to hold from this day forward ... — J.R. Ward

Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out. — J.R. Ward

Cuz it sure as hell appeared that his library card was getting stamped tonight. — J.R. Ward

Shit, it was so damn girly. Next thing you knew, she was going to start crying at TV ads and doing her nails. And getting a frickin' pocketbook. — J.R. Ward

Beth had never been one of those girls who'd imagined her wedding. Acted it out with some barbies. Bought Bride magazine as soon as she hit her twenties.
She was pretty sure that if she had been, though, none of the hypotheticals would have resembled this in the slightest: surrounded by vampires, possibly pregnant, with a fallen angel in an Elvis costume mangling the ceremony from the Book of Common Prayer.
And yet as she stared up at her soon-to-be husband, she couldn't have pictured anything she would have liked more. Then again, when you were facing the right person? None of the things they talked about on television, no Vera Wang dress, no champagne waterfall, no DJ or place setting or party favor mattered. ~Beth Ch.51 — J.R. Ward

Courage doesn't mean you aren't scared. — J.R. Ward

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. — J.R. Ward

So what'd you do to the lesser?" a male voice said. "I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off," another one answered. "He didn't come down for breakfast, you feel me? — J.R. Ward

Midnight. You are mine, female." Her — J.R. Ward

As iAm cracked the door to his brother's room, the poor bastard's suffering stained the very air, making it hard to breathe - and even see properly.
Then again, everything was dark by design.
"Trez?"
The moaned answer was nothing good, a combination of wounded animal and sore throat from throwing up.
iAm lifted his wrist into the light streaming in from behind and cursed at his Piaget.
By this time, the SOB should have been solidly in recovery, his body digging itself out of the headache hole that had swallowed him. Not the case.
"You want something for your stomach?"
Mumble, mumble, groan, mumble?
"Okay, I'm sure they've got some."
Mumble, moan, moan. Mutter, mutter.
"Yeah, that, too. You want some Milanos?"
Mmmmmmmmmoan.
"Roger that. — J.R. Ward

So out of the six major subcontractors who buy from us, there are two left? Man, that's a turf war, right there."
"And whoever's pulling this shit is probably going to try to work his way up the food chain." Trez spoke up. "Which is why iAm and I think you should have someone with you twenty-four/seven until this shit shakes out."
Rehv seemed annoyed but he didn't disagree. "We got any intel on who's leaving all those bodies around?"
"Well, duh," Trez said. "People think it's you."
"Not logical. Why would I kill off my own buyers?"
Now Rehv was the one getting the hairy eyeball from the peanut gallery.
"Oh, come on," he said. "I'm not that bad. Well, okay, but only if someone fucks with me."

-Rehv & Trez — 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

DEDICATED TO YOU:
Good and bad have never been more relative terms than when applied to the likes of you.
But I agree with her. To me, you have always been a hero. — J.R. Ward

I don't need to tell you not to fuck my buddy. Right."
The surgeon looked around his little-glass-bottle-and-needle routine. "I'm not thinking of sex at the moment, thank you very much. But if I was, it sure as shit wouldn't be with him. So instead of worrying about who I'm tapping, how'd you like to do us all a favor and have a shower. You stink. — J.R. Ward

Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow — J.R. Ward