His cheeks were slick with tears that spilled over his diamond eyes, a ceaseless flow he neither noticed nor appeared to care about. And she had a feeling it was going to be a while before the leaking stopped-an inner artery had been nicked and this was the blood of his heart, spilling out of him, covering him.
J.R. WardWhat is wrong with you โ he whispered โthat you care so much about me โ Blayโs sad smile added about a million years to his age lining his face with the kind of knowledge that came only after life kicked you in the nuts a number of times. โWhat is wrong with you that you canโt see why I would
J.R. WardConflict is the microscope of a book. When it's trained on a character, you see what's underneath the narratives of physical description. You see whether someone is strong or weak, principled or apathetic, heroic or villainous." (J.R. on writing the BDB series)
J.R. WardOh my God..." Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink...in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted...in a billboard-size front with flourishes... Her name in the Old Language.
J.R. Ward