Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.
J.R. WardWeโre vampires,โ he said. โNot fairies.โ โSometimes Iโm not so sure about that. You see that study your king hangs out in?โ โHeโs nearly blind.โ โWhich explains why he hasnโt hanged himself in that pastel train wreck.โ โI thought you were bitching about the gloom-and-doom decorating?โ โI free-associate.
J.R. WardThere came a time in everyoneโs life when they realized that in spite of how hard theyโd been running from themselves, everywhere they went, there they were: Addictions and compulsions were nothing but marching bands of distraction, masking truths that were unpleasant, but ultimately undeniable.
J.R. Ward