1,040 Quotes by J.R. Ward

Man, some open doors were not welcoming, and that was so the case here—less hi-how’re-ya, more come-in-so-your-skin-can-be-used-to-make-a-super-hero-cape-for-one-of-Hannibal-Lecter’s-patients.

In the cave's innermost entryway, a band of four stood tall and thick, shouldered and heavily weaponed.Members of the Brotherhood.He knew this quartet by name: Ahgony, Throe, Murhder, Tohrture.

[...]you know what they say about messengers, right"?Excuse me?"Too much bad news will get you shot."[...]

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 around my neck would suggest otherwise.

Good morning, Ms. Early,” she said as she closed them in together. “I’m Dr. Perez.”She didn’t go to the computer and sign in. She came over and shook hands. And even as her dark eyes were making a sweep of Jo’s face, like she had one of Bones McCoy’s scanners implanted in her head, she wasn’t impersonal about it.“Let’s talk about what’s going on. Matthew gave me some idea, but I’d like to hear everything again from you.

Because when I looked at you across that table at the diner, no one else existed. And whether or not anything happens between you and me, it took meeting you to show me what I was missing.

In his old life, the answer would have been easy: He'd have just put a gun to Vin's head and dragged the fucker to the altar. Now? He needed to be a little more civilized.

The collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him."What," she whispered, palming his face.Vin took a moment to memorize her features and the way she felt beneath him, seeing her not just through his eyes, but feeling her with his skin and his heart. "Hello, lovely lady...hello.

«No, non hai capito niente, John.» Leggendo le sue emozioni scosse la testa. «Tu non vali la metà del maschio che avresti potuto essere per colpa di quello che ti hanno fatto. Vali il doppio di chiunque altro, perché sei sopravvissuto.»