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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b3f196e | 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." | blay blaylock j-r-ward lover-at-last saxton | J.R. Ward | |
| b16f6df | On the backs of her lids,all she saw were the bare-naked breasts laid out before him,his dark head descending,his tongue flicking free of his mouth...and then his eyes lifting and meeting hers. | sola | J.R. Ward | |
| f588ce7 | No," Wrath said without looking away from Xcor. "Before we kumbaya this shit, you're going to do something for me, right here and now." The King pointed to the carpet at his feet. "On your knees, bastard." --" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 88d71be | F*ck that - why is your GPS in your kitchen" "Because that's where I was when I took it out of my phone" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 912ad60 | The great thing about family, Mary mused, was that they showed up. When it really mattered, your family, be they blood or by choice, were always where you needed them to be, even though they had busy lives and jobs and children of their own. | J.R. Ward | ||
| f83fe9f | There was something about the people you grew up around, the ones you'd seen throughout your childhood, the folks you couldn't remember not knowing. Even if the past was a complicated mess, as you aged, you were just glad the sons of bitches were still on the planet. It gave you the illusion that life wasn't as fragile as it actually was--and on occasion, that was the only thing that got you through the night. | family-history siblings | J.R. Ward | |
| 1766964 | The effect she had on him was druglike, a tantalizing combination of sexual need and profound ease. Like he was having an orgasm and falling into a peaceful sleep at the same time. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 931dd07 | Reilly's closet looked like Marilyn Manson's. Assuming he'd been reborn as an accountant. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 3ab7980 | Reilly is fine." For a moment, his lids dropped low, and she could have sworn that he muttered under his breath something like, She sure is. But no doubt it was her new underwear making her hear things." | J.R. Ward | ||
| f369630 | As he shut the door, he was painfully aware that they were each talking about their young--only Wrath's had four paws and a tail. Least he didn't have to worry about George succeeding him or being blind. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6278b90 | These were gym towels. They were supposed to be thin and mean, the terry-cloth equivalent of coyotes. When you were sweating like a pig and couldn't feel the bottoms of your feet from exertion, you didn't want to pat yourself down with a Pomeranian. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 348c672 | Holy Christ! There was a frickin' melee in the alley. Lessers. Brothers. Two civilians crouched and quivering in the middle. And big bad Butch O'Neal. | black-dagger-brotherhood butch j-r-ward lover-revealed | J.R. Ward | |
| f4800f8 | Dear . . . God," she blurted as she recoiled. The hallway beyond was filled with the males of the house, the Brothers and other fighters and Manny sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare walls, their legs stretched out, propped up, crossed at the knees or crossed at the ankles. Apparently there had been quite a bit of drinking going on, empty bottles of vodka and whiskey littered around them, glasses in hands or on thighs. "This i.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9714de6 | I gotta go," he said. Like now. "Yes... me, too." She flushed and stepped back, her eyes meeting his briefly and skirting away. "Anyway, I'll see you. Around." She turned away and started walking quickly back up to the house. And guess who appeared in the doorway to meet her: Rehvenge. Rehv... so strong... so powerful... so completely able to feed her. Marissa didn't make it another yard. Butch shot out of the SUV, grabbed her around the wa.. | black-dagger-brotherhood butch j-r-ward lover-revealed marissa rehvenge | J.R. Ward | |
| 87c1840 | He was wearing a scuba mask and snorkel set pushed off his handsome face . . . a set of flippers that slapped over the slick floor as he approached the pool's edge . . . a slingshot bathing suit that was hot pink . . . and a children's | J.R. Ward | ||
| d302c7c | Do you want to hold her?" Qhuinn asked. Xcor recoiled as if someone had inquired whether he'd like a hot poker in his hands. Then he recovered, shaking his head as he made a manly show of scrubbing his tears away like they were permanent marker on his cheeks. "I don't think I'm quite ready for that. She looks...so delicate." "She's strong, though. She's got her blood in her, too." Qhuinn looked at Blay. "And she's got good parents. They.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| d744765 | As he kissed her back, she thought about what happily-ever-afters were about, and decided that true love didn't mean effortless, and ever-after wasn't about cruise control. You started with the attraction, and then you opened your heart and your soul--but all that, which was no small thing, just got you to first base. There were many, many other trips to take to deeper levels of greater acceptance and understanding. That was where you found.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 2816414 | You could choose some paths and not others. Not always, of course. At times destiny just drove you to a destination and dropped your ass off and that was that. But on occasion you were able to pick the address. And if you had half a brain, no matter how hard it was or how weird it felt, you went into the house. And found yourself. | J.R. Ward | ||
| b9fe5a2 | You're one in a million, John Matthew, | J.R. Ward | ||
| 43c06a9 | This is getting us nowhere, he muttered after a moment. You're absolutely right. So fuck off. Have a nice life, hope all your holier-than-thou keeps you warm during the day. ~ Paradise to Craeg | J.R. Ward | ||
| 98fa1ad | you know what they say about messengers, right"? Excuse me?" Too much bad news will get you shot." | J.R. Ward | ||
| a1d87fa | She shook her head. "I'm not leaving him. And I'm out here waiting only because I was making him crazy. The sight of me... isn't good for his mental health at this moment. I'm hoping that's no longer true after he breaks this second treadmill." "Second?" "I'm pretty damn sure that flapping and the smell of smoke about fifteen minutes ago meant he ran one of them into the ground." "Damn." "Yup." | john xhex | J.R. Ward | |
| 1d974e7 | Stepping onto the bath mat, that was also done in that god-awful deep pinky red, he toweled himself off. Still erect. Glancing at his fighting clothes, he found himself loath to put them upon his skin. Rough. Scratchy. Dirty. Mayhap the feminine environment was contaminating him. Xcor ended up in the big bed, naked, upon his back. Still erect. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 107e7fb | Because love in its many forms always endured. It was the infinite. The eternal. That which sustained. | J.R. Ward | ||
| fae5294 | Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not? - Wrath | J.R. Ward | ||
| d7a28b7 | I see you, he thought. And you are beautiful to me. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6432477 | I am safe, he thought to himself. With her, and her alone, I am safe... -- | J.R. Ward | ||
| 5c238ad | Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 8709b2e | Wrath pulled the trigger on the brotherhood... | J.R. Ward | ||
| 1b1cb87 | Your past was the same as your skin: with you for life, both the proverbial beauty marks . . . and the scars. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 68c71c6 | The angel passed by the row of brothers, and paused in front of Vishous. In a low voice, he whispered, "Who's your daddy?" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 79dde48 | Great griefs are mute. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 5fa297d | Who's the president of the United States?" "Who cares? All politicians are crooks" | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| ec42cab | Mary wondered when law got so complicated that even the lawyers needed lawyers. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 3b32480 | Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later. | Charles MacKay | ||
| e382e16 | He was all sin and mystery, and Miranda feared the pleasures he offered as she feared the fires of hell. Yet when she succumbed at last, it was not because her body was weak but because her mind was curious. | Anya Seton | ||
| 423dc65 | Science can destroy religion by ignoring it as well as by disproving its tenets. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| f9f9930 | Men had sought beauty in many forms--in sequences of sound, in lines upon paper, in surfaces of stone, in the movements of the human body, in colours ranged through space. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| b7411e7 | But it had been widely argued that advanced intelligence could never arise in the sea; there were not enough challenges in so benign and unvarying an environment. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| f839ce1 | In these latter days, knighthood was an honor few Englishmen escaped. | englishmen knighthood | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 6eccf8a | Personally, I refuse to drive a car - I won't have anything to do with any kind of transportation in which I can't read. | reading | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 1f32adb | But most of the time, with a contented resignation that comes normally to a man only at the end of a long and busy life, he sat before the keyboard and filled the air with his beloved Bach. | bach last-man-on-earth piano sad | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 15084e0 | Imagine that every man's mind is an island, surrounded by ocean. Each seems isolated, yet in reality all are linked by the bedrock from which they spring. If the ocean were to vanish, that would be the end of the islands. They would all be part of one continent, but the individuality would have gone | conciousness science-fiction | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 2d2a6f3 | One by one he would conjure up the world's major electronic papers; he knew the codes of the more important ones by heart, and had no need to consult the list on the back of his pad. Switching to the display unit's short-term memory, he would hold the front page while he quickly searched the headlines and noted the items that interested him. | Arthur C. Clarke |