Quotes & Sayings About Zsadist

Phury knelt beside him and stroked his face. "I've only ever had you to live for. If you die I have nothing.
I'm utterly lost. And you are needed here."
Zsadist tried to reach out, but couldn't lift his arms as Phury stood up.
"God, Z, I keep thinking this tragedy of ours is going to be over. But it just keeps going, doesn't it?"
Zsadist blacked out to the sound of his twin's boots heading from the room. — J.R. Ward

He knew he was being overbearing as hell, but he couldn't help it. He was a bonded male. With his pregnant female. There were few things on the planet more aggressive or dangerous. And those bastards were called hurricanes and tornadoes. — J.R. Ward

I feel like I am wlaking down into a porn movie" V mutteres as they took the steps with care.
"Wouldn't that require more black candles for you", Zsadist cracked ... — J.R. Ward

Rhage burning deep inside
Uncontrollable Phury, unable to hide
Trust me and I'll let my Wrath begin
This Tohrment building up within
My Vischous attitude will shine through
... I'll let my Tehrror free on you
-my own zsadist quote from the black dagger brotherhood that i found online — J.R. Ward

We don't have to talk about Zsadist.
That's okay. He's the most interesting part of me. — J.R. Ward

That Zsadist was late was no big surprise. Z was one giant, violent fuck-you to the world. — J.R. Ward

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

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. — J.R. Ward

In the far corner, a tenor began to sing, Zsadist's crystal-clear voice sailing up toward the warrior paintings on the ceiling far, far above them all. At first John didn't know what the song was ... although if he'd been asked what his name was, he would have said Santa Claus, or Luther Vandross, or Teddy Roosevelt.
Maybe even Joan Collins. — J.R. Ward

The warrior (Zsadist) rolled his black eyes. Come on, man. What does it matter to me? You, Tohr. Britney Spears. — J.R. Ward

What did you do with the female?" Zsadist growled to the next slayer. When all that came back at him was a "Fuck you," Z pulled a Tyson and bit the bastard. — J.R. Ward

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

I didn't mean to make you cry-"
"Oh, God ... Zsadist, I love you."
His eyes flared so wide, his brows nearly hit his hairline.
"What ... ?"
"I love you."
"Say that again."
"I love you."
"Again ... please," he whispered. "I need to hear it ... again."
"I love you ... "
His response was to start praying to the Scribe Virgin in the Old Language.
-Lover Awakened — J.R. Ward

After a moment the king said, "So be it."
Zsadist cursed. Butch whistled low. Rhage bit into a Tootsie Pop. — J.R. Ward

Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel ... alive. Awakened. — J.R. Ward

That Zsadist guy ... you had to wonder when he was going to lose it. And what he was going to take out with him when he did. — J.R. Ward

I'm sorry," he muttered. "If I ... uh, hurt your feelings or something."
She glared at him. "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated."
His head snapped back on his spine. Well ... then. Okaaaaay. — J.R. Ward

I can't ... I find that I can't concentrate. On anything. I can't really ... " Rhage's eyes drifted to Zsadist. "How do you live with it? All the anger. The pain. The ... — J.R. Ward

I ... What are you saying, Zsadist?" she stammered, even though she'd heard every word.
He glanced back down at the pencil in his hand and then turned to the table. Flipping the spiral notebook to a new page, he bent way over and labored on top of the paper for quite a while. Then he ripped the sheet free.
His hand was shaking as he held it out. "It's messy."
Bella took the paper. In a child's uneven block letters there were three words: I LOVE YOU
Her lips flattened tight as her eyes stung. The handwriting got wavy and then disappeared.

"Maybe you can't read it," he said in a small voice. "I can do it over."

She shook her head. "I can read it just fine. It's ... beautiful."
"I don't expect anything back. I mean ... I know that you don't ... feel that for me anymore. But I wanted you to know. It's important that you knew. — J.R. Ward

Z knew the fed EX-tinction package had arrived and wasn't ready to take delivery — J.R. Ward

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

The chanting grew louder, deep male voice pumping.
She looked to the brothers, the tall, fierce men who were now part of her life. Wrath pivoted and put his arm around her. Together, they swayed to the rhythm that swelled, filling the air. The brothers were as one as they paid homage in their language, a single powerful entity.
But then, in a high, keening call, one voice broke out, lifting above the others, shooting higher and higher. The sound of the tenor was so clear, so pure, it brought shivers to the skin, a yearning warmth to the chest. The sweet notes blew the ceiling off with their glory, turning the chamber into cathedral, the brothers into a tabernacle.
Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch.
It was Zsadist.
His eys closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang.
The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel. — J.R. Ward

He thought about all the holes in him, the blank places, the voids where others felt things. When it came down to it, he was really just a screen, more empty than solid, his emotions blowing through him, only angry catching and holding. — J.R. Ward

God, he even knew their names. Rhage. Phury. And that scary-ass Zsadist guy.
Yeah, no Tom, Dick, and Harry names for the vampire types.
But come on, could you actually imagine some lethal bloodsucker named Howard?
Eugene? — J.R. Ward

For fuck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood. — J.R. Ward

Go 'head." Those freaky-ass black eyes had stared at Butch with the intensity of a shark. "Crack open that door. Run your little heart out. Run fast, run smart, call for help. Just know that I'll come after you. Like a hearse." - Zsadist — J.R. Ward

Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch.
It was Zsadist.
His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang.
The scarred one, the souless one, had the voice of an angel. — J.R. Ward

I catch you without your ahstrux nohtrum again, I'm turning you in."
Qhuinn cursed. "Yeah, and then I'll get fired. Which means V'll Donald trump my ass with a dagger. You're welcome. — J.R. Ward

He wanted to see her eat. After the sex, after he came inside her, he wanted to have her eat food he'd bought her, and he wanted her to take the stuff from his hand. Hell, he wanted to go out and kill something for her, bring the meat back, cook it himself, and feed her until she was full. Then he wanted to lie beside her with a dagger in his hand, protecting her as she slept. — J.R. Ward

The front door swung open, and Zsadist strode into the house.
Wrath glared. "Nice of you to show up, Z. Busy tonight with the females?"
"How about you get off my dick? — J.R. Ward

Zsadist: I didn't make up the rules of this scenario
Wrath: You'll die if you go by yourself.
Zsadist: Well ... I'm kind of ready to get off the ride.
Phury felt his skin get tight all over. — J.R. Ward

He was the first to reach the aircraft, and he went for the door that by some miracle was facing outward and not into the concrete wall. Wrenching the thing open, and getting out his flashlight, he didn't know what to expect inside - smoke? Fumes? Blood and body parts?
Zsadist was sitting rigid in a backward-facing seat, his big body strapped in, both hands locked on the armrests. The Brother was staring straight ahead and not blinking.
"Have we stopped moving?" he said hoarsely — J.R. Ward

The staircase that was revealed was lit with a soft red glow.
I feel like I'm walking down into a porn movie," V muttered as they took the steps with care.
Wouldn't that require more black candles for you," Zsadist cracked.
At the bottom of the landing, they looked left and right down a corridor carved out of stone, seeing row after row of ... black candles with ruby color flames.
I take that back," Z said, eyeing the display.
We start hearing chick-a-wow-wow shit," V cut in, "can I start calling you Z-packed?"
Not if you want to keep breathing. — J.R. Ward

He tasted each one of them. The raw power and majesty of Wrath. The vast strength of Rhage. The burning, protective loyalty of Phury. The cold savagery of Zsadist. The sharp cunning of Vishous. — J.R. Ward

I love you."
Z squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't be a tragedy, Bella. — J.R. Ward

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither! — J.R. Ward

I must confess. Of all of the brotherhood, he was the one I loved first and he remains the one I love the most. For me, he is just the ... one. — J.R. Ward

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. — J.R. Ward

You are the male I might have been. You are the potential I had and lost. You are the honor and the strength and the kindness she needs. You'll take care of her. I want you to take care of her. — J.R. Ward

With his fantastic mane of multicoloured hair, Phury should have been in Hollywood's league with the ladies, but he'd stuck with his vow of celibacy. There was room for one and only one love in his life, and it had been slowly killing him for years. — J.R. Ward

What is your name?" she murmured.
He cocked an eyebrow at her and then went back to staring at his brother. "I'm the evil one, in case you haven't figured it out."
"I wanted your name, not your calling."
"Being a bastard's more of a compulsion, really. And it's Zsadist. I am Zsadist. — J.R. Ward

Z: "You know, this was a hell of a lot easier when you were out cold in the back of that truck."
Phury: "That was you?"
Z:"You think it was Santa Claus or some shit? — J.R. Ward

Look, you didn't fail me. Because you can't fail at the impossible. -Zsadist to Phury — J.R. Ward