The Savior (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #17)

by J.R. Ward

In the august and ancient annals of the Brotherhood, he held the notorious title of being the only Brother ever expelled from membership. No, wait . . . the Bloodletter had also been kicked out. Just not for losing his mind.

“Grief is a cold stream you acclimate to.”

. . how it was that BioMed had known to come pick up those computers before she had told anyone at the company that Gerry was dead.

Jeez, you go rogue once and slaughter a bunch of humans after they torture your girlfriend, and suddenly you’re a leaper.

he forced himself to think of what Mary always said about emotions. You weren’t responsible for them and you couldn’t control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.

“You got him?” Murhder asked softly. Her honey-colored eyes shifted up to his. “Yes. I do.” Well, brace yourself, he thought. Because I’m very sure you got me, too.

“When do we ever know what we’re walking into,” he said in a low voice. “Destiny is not a straightaway. It’s cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do . . . and find ourselves where we are.”

If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.

Some were in your life for a season. Some were in your life for a reason. And then there was, of course, the third grouping: The lifelong relationships that you carried through all seasons and all reasons.