J.R. Ward
V had a passing thought that she used the word "anyway" like an eraser on a crowded chalkboard. She said it whenever she needed to clear off the things she'd just shared to make room for more.Collection: Rooms
Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. WardCollection: Moving
Come here. I need to hold on to you." She felt the same way. And when there was no distance between them, it was like coming home.Collection: Distance
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.Collection: Brotherhood
We don’t have to talk about Zsadist. That’s okay. He’s the most interesting part of me.Collection: Zsadist
The guy stroked his goatee. "What do you call twenty guys watching the world series?" "The New York Yankees," Butch replied.Collection: New York
Darkness will never take me... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are." -Butch and MarissaCollection: Light
He's into you, isn't he. Answer the question, Marissa. Flyboy with the superhero plasma... he wants you, doesn't he?" -Butch and MarissaCollection: Superhero
V jerked back to the present. And for some reason didn't lie. "I'm thinking about my tattoos." "When did you get them?" "Almost three centuries ago." She whistled. "God, you live that long?" "Longer. Assuming I don't get cracked dead in a fight and you fool humans don't blow up the planet, I'll be breathing for another seven hundred years.Collection: Tattoo
And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made - when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him.Collection: Males
I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.Collection: Hurt
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 manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door.Collection: Beautiful
Then how about we start with a shower," he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness.Collection: Voice
Jane: Focus is important. V: Only if you're a microscope.Collection: Focus
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.Collection: Strong
From out of nowhere, Phury felt an overwhelming tide of guilt, like someone had popped the lid off all his deepest concerns and his fears for the future of the race. He had to respond to it, couldn't bear the pressure. Riding the wave, he found himself saying in a rush, "We live and die for our kind. The species is our first and only concern. We fight every night and count the jars of thelessers we kill. Stealth is the way we protect the civilians. The less they know about us, the safer they are. That is why we disappeared.Collection: Fighting
Without his mate to share his life, he was but a screen for events and circumstances to pass through. He was npt even empty, for he was no vessel to hold even the thinnest of air. He lived, though was not truly aliveCollection: Air
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.Collection: Thinking
Gallows humor is part of having a doctor in the house. Deal with it.Collection: Doctors
Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.Collection: Causes
Strong relationships are not rocked by a truth that is grounded by resolute monogamy.Collection: Strong
Marissa, " he mumbled, taking her hand. "Don't want to see you drink so much?" Wait, not really what he'd been going for. "Ah...don't you to see me drink so much...want." Whatever. God...he was so confused.~ButchCollection: Confused
This place is just too frickin precious," the cop said, eyeing a guy dressed in a hot pink leisure suit with makeup to match. "Give me rednecks and home-grown beer any day of the week over this X-culture bullshit.Collection: Home
Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.Collection: Soul
Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie. John MathewCollection: Bigs
I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you? No, she probably wouldn't. Wrath and BethCollection: Fighting
What happened to you?" she asked. "I got hit in the side." "With what?" "A knife.Collection: Knives
Just don't go out fighting. I don't need to know where you're going, that's your biz. But if you get yourself killed, I got ninety-nine problems and you're the biggest one of them." Rehv to JohnCollection: Fighting
John Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it,or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.Collection: Soul
John? As it was dark he whistled a what. You are such a male of worth, you know that. You really are.Collection: Dark
She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was.Collection: Light
Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.Collection: Pieces
I will not fall in love with you," she said. "I can't let myself. I won't." "That's all right. I'll love you enough for the both of us.Collection: Falling In Love
Qhuinn: "What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me?" Blay: "What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?Collection: Care
Well...he's back in an exam room. Should I get out a quarter?" Everybody groaned. There was only one He out of the legions of male patients they treated, and coin bingo was typically how the staff decided who had to deal with him.Collection: Males
Stop it. Do not feel safe with him. The Stockholm Syndrome is not your friend.Collection: Safe
Whether you have sight or not, I see the future in your eyes." -BethCollection: Eye
Wellsie frowned. "I'd like you to stay away from him, okay? He's...not right in a lot of ways. Do you know what I mean?" Actually, John wasn't so sure about that. Yeah, the guy was enough to make you think fondly of the boogeyman sometimes, but clearly he wasn't all bad.Collection: Mean
Phury lit a blunt and eyed the sixteen cans of Aqua Net that were lined up on Butch and V's coffee table. "What's doing with the hair spray? You boys going drag on us?" Butch held up the lenght of PVC pipe he was punching a hole in. "Potato launcher, my man. Big fun." "Excuse me ?" "Didn't you ever go to summer camp ?" "Basket weaving and woodcarving are for humans. No offense, but we have better things to teach our youngs.Collection: Summer
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 knives and her guns and her little toys were now locked up in his fire proof cabinet. Their ammo was even stacked together. How frickin' romantic.Collection: Gun
Oh my God..." Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink...in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted...in a billboard-size front with flourishes... Her name in the Old Language.Collection: Heart
Xhex: John, she said softty. He paused and looked over his shoulder toward the bed. I love you.” His handsome face tightened in pain, and he rubbed the middle of his chest, as if someone had fisted up his heart and squeezed it dead. And then he turned away. As she hit the confines of her prison… She was screaming at the top of her lungs.Collection: Pain
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.Collection: Brother
Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right – no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse.Collection: Sleep
There was a heavy, dark pause of vast significance. Which Jim broke by flashing his hands and belting out, “Booga-wooga!” At least Eddie laughed. Adrian flipped Jim the bird and headed to the fridge for another beer.Collection: Beer
Time keeps on... slippin'... slippin'... slippin' into the future.Collection: Birthday
The warrior (Zsadist) rolled his black eyes. "Come on, man. What does it matter to me? You, Tohr. Britney Spears.Collection: Eye
She nodded, wondering why couldn't she have been named Mary. Or Sue. Butno , she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth.Collection: Brotherhood
Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage. ---Beth about WrathCollection: Wrath