I 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. WardV tired to imagine giving up his proclivities. "My monster needs to get out. Especially now.
J.R. WardJust 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 John
J.R. WardIn his fantasy, he kissed his best friend again, pulled back, andโฆ โI love you,โ he said into the spray of the shower. โIโฆ love you.โ As he closed his eyes against the pain, it was hard to know how much of what ran down his cheeks was water, and how much was something else.
J.R. WardI have all of Elizabeth Lowell's first editions. I love these books. They are among my most treasured possessions. I have carried them in boxes through college, law school, apartments and then houses. They have seen me through my darkest moments and inspired me to my greatest joys. I sometimes get scared thinking what would have happened to me if I hadn't started writing. I literally cannot imagine another life. And Elizabeth Lowell played a huge part in getting me on the right path.
J.R. Ward