Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage. ---Beth about Wrath
J.R. WardI thought symphaths didn't have a conscience." "I'm half my mother's boy, too. So I have a little." "Aren't you lucky." The Reverend's chin dipped down, and his eyes flashed pure, purple evil for a split second. Then he smiled. "Noโฆ all the rest of you are fortunate.
J.R. WardI 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. WardHe 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 didnโt know what to expect insideโsmoke? 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. โHave we stopped moving?โ he said hoarsely
J.R. WardV 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.
J.R. Ward