Lover Reborn (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #10)

by J.R. Ward

Life’s meant to be lived blind—that’s how you don’t take shit for granted.

“If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.”

“Gift wrapping one’s words does not change the nature of truth.”

There came a time in everyone’s life when they realized that in spite of how hard they’d 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.

Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love… love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.

When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch—when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had.