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  • #1
    J.R. Ward
    “I 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. Ward, Lover Awakened

  • #2
    Christine Feehan
    “I claim you as my life mate. I belong to you. I offer my life for you. I give to you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul, and my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness, and welfare will be cherished and placed above my own for all time. You are my life mate, bound to me for all eternity and always in my care.”
    Christine Feehan

  • #3
    Karen Marie Moning
    “If aught must be lost, ‘twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, ‘twill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, ‘twill be my life for yours. I am Given.”
    Karen Marie Moning, Kiss of the Highlander

  • #4
    Kresley Cole
    “Cadeon, can you hear me?"

    He didn't open his eyes. "Nothing wrong with my ears."

    "Of course not." She laid the cloth on his forehead. "So . . you and Tera seemed close."

    "Been through a lot."

    "Was she your girlfriend?"

    He gave a laugh that sounded like a grunt. "Not at all."

    "And you really didn't sleep with Imatra?"

    "Bloody hell, noooo, I didn't . . . She's a slag."

    "Then why did you kiss her?" Holly asked.

    "Directions. . . and to see."

    "To see what?"

    "That it wouldn't be all that bad without you."

    This was interesting. "Did you make a determination?"

    He gave a bitter laugh. "It'll be all that bad."

    Oh, Cadeon. "You've known I was your female for a year?" He nodded. "Why I would be chosen for you?"

    "Fate decides . . . who I can be most satisfied with."

    Nibbling her lip, she asked, "Have you slept with anyone else since you knew it was me?"

    "Gave a halfhearted try for a witch . . . she wanted a werewolf instead."

    There was no getting around it--Holly was jealous of the witch.

    But then Cadeon said, "And I wanted you.”
    Kresley Cole, Dark Desires After Dusk

  • #5
    Kresley Cole
    “Last night, Dixon had suggested combat boots in place of Carrow’s own—her two-thousand-dollar, gathered-leather, over-the-knee boots. “Do you want me to go in as an enchantress or a warrior?” Carrow had asked testily. “Pick a caste, any caste, mortal. I myself think I have the best chance as an enchantress. And fuck-me boots are standard-issue.”
    Kresley Cole, Demon from the Dark

  • #6
    J.R. Ward
    “At the last minute, she bobbed left so that he stabbed the wall she'd hit, trapping the blade in the Sheetrock. As he went to try to get the thing free, she whirled around and nailed him in the gut with her backup blade, springing a hole in his lower intestines. Meeting his shocked stare, she said, "What, like you didn't think I'd have a second knife? Fucking idiot.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Mine
    tags: fight

  • #7
    Kresley Cole
    “This is what it's all been about with you," he said in an even tone. "All the fear, all the running. The nightmares." When she nodded, he said, "You called him the devil."
    "He is." What are you thinking, Scot?
    "But you... married him?"
    MacRieve's disgusted with me. "Basically? Yes."
    "Ceremony and everything?"
    She swallowed. "He tricked me into it. I-I was only sixteen."
    A muscle ticked in his cheek and his irises grew pale. "Then know this..."
    She stopped breathing.
    "Lass, I'm about to make you a widow--”
    Kresley Cole, Pleasure of a Dark Prince

  • #8
    J.R. Ward
    “What is your name?" she murmured.
    He cocked an eyebrow at her and then went back to staring at his brother. "I'm the evil one, in case you haven't figured it out."
    "I wanted your name, not your calling."
    "Being a bastard's more of a compulsion, really. And it's Zsadist. I am Zsadist.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

  • #9
    J.R. Ward
    “The staircase that was revealed was lit with a soft red glow.
    I feel like I'm walking down into a porn movie," V muttered as they took the steps with care.
    Wouldn't that require more black candles for you," Zsadist cracked.
    At the bottom of the landing, they looked left and right down a corridor carved out of stone, seeing row after row of...black candles with ruby color flames.
    I take that back," Z said, eyeing the display.
    We start hearing chick-a-wow-wow shit," V cut in, "can I start calling you Z-packed?"
    Not if you want to keep breathing.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Avenged

  • #10
    J.R. Ward
    “The necklace was a good excuse," he murmured.

    "For what?"

    "I thought maybe I could go to Charleston and show up at your front door to give this back and maybe… you might let me in. Or something. I was worried that another male would court you, so I've been trying to go as fast as I could. I mean, I figured maybe if I could read, and if I took a little better care of myself, and if I tried to stop being such a mean-ass motherfucker…" He shook his head. "But don't misunderstand. It's not like I expected you to be happy to see me. I was just… you know, hoping… coffee. Tea. Chance to talk. Or some shit. Friends, maybe. Except if you had a male, he wouldn't allow that. So, yeah, that's why I've been hurrying."

    His yellow eyes lifted to hers. He was wincing, as if he were afraid of what might be showing on her face.

    "Friends?" she said.

    "Yeah… I mean, I wouldn't disgrace you by asking for more than that. I know that you regret… Anyway, I just couldn't let you go without… Yeah, so… friends.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened

  • #11
    J.R. Ward
    “I'm going to talk to her."
    "And how's that going to go? You're just going to walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I know you've never seen me before, but I'm your dad. Oh, and guess what? You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!”
    J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

  • #12
    J.R. Ward
    “Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.”
    J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

  • #13
    J.R. Ward
    “You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident," Butch said.
    Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. "You broke my window."
    "Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it."
    "Twice."
    "Thus proving that he and I are outstanding marksmen.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

  • #14
    J.R. Ward
    “When I want you to beg, I'll tell you.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

  • #15
    J.R. Ward
    “V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin.
    "Take off your coat."
    "Excuse me?"
    "Take it off."
    "No."
    "I want it off."
    "Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

  • #16
    J.R. Ward
    “And second, I don't think there's much of a market for your particular brand of psychology."
    "So not true."
    "Butch, you and I just beat the crap out of each other."
    "You started it. And actually, it would be perfect for Spike TV. UFC meets Oprah. God, I'm brilliant."
    "Keep telling yourself that.
    -Butch and V”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

  • #17
    J.R. Ward
    “That's you," Wrath said. You shall be called the Black Dagger warrior Dhestroyer, descended of Wrath son of Wrath."

    "But you'll always be Butch to us," Rhage cut in. "As well as hard-ass. Smart-ass. Royal pain in the ass. You know, whatever the situation calls for. I think as long as there's an ASS in there, it'll be accurate."

    "How about bASStard?" Z suggested.

    "Nice. I feel that.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Revealed

  • #18
    J.R. Ward
    “Butch repositioned the Sox cap, and as his wrist passed by his nose, he got another whiff of himself. "Ah, V. . . listen, there is something a little weird going down on me."

    "What?"

    "I smell like men's cologne."

    "Good for you. Females dig that kind of thing."

    "Vishous, I smell like Obsession for Men, only I'm not WEARING any, you feel me?"

    There was silence on the line. Then, "Humans don't bond."

    "Oh, really. You want to tell that to my central nervous system and my sweat glands? They'd appreciate the news flash, I'm sure.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Revealed

  • #19
    J.R. Ward
    “Jesus Christ. . . he was not Omega's son. Was he?

    "No." V said. "You are not. He just wants to believe you are. And he wants you to think you are. But that doesn't make it true."

    There was a long silence. Then Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. "Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean. . . hello? You are this beefy Irish white boy. He's like. . . bus exhaust or some shit."

    Butch glanced over at Hollywood. "You're sick, you know that?"

    "Yeah, but you love me, right? Come on, I know you feel me.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Revealed

  • #20
    J.R. Ward
    “You're such a pain in the ass. (Butch)
    Said the SIG to the Glock. (V)”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Revealed

  • #21
    J.R. Ward
    “Shit. . . this was a bad idea. A pure-blooded, bonded male vampire about to watch his shellan feed someone else. Holy hell, when the Scribe Virgin had suggested Beth come down, V had assumed it was for ceremonial purposes, not so she could be a vein. But what was the choice? Butch was going to suck Marissa dry and not have enough and there wasn't another female in the house who could do the job: Mary was still human and Bella was pregnant.

    Besides, like dealing with Rhage or Z would be any easier? For the beast, they'd need a tranq gun the size of a cannon and Z. . . well, shit.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Revealed

  • #22
    J.R. Ward
    “...When it was finished, the scaled dragon looked around and as the thing spotted V, a growl rippled up to the bleachers, then ended in a snort. "You finished, big guy?" Va called down. "FYI, goalpost over there would work righteous as a toothpick.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Revealed

  • #23
    J.R. Ward
    “I liked you, cop. From the moment I met you. No… not the first moment. I wanted to kill you when I first met you. But then I liked you. A lot.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Revealed

  • #24
    J.R. Ward
    “Thanks for putting me up for it ... trahyner." As V's eyes flared, Butch said, "Yeah, I looked up what the word meant. 'Beloved Friend' fits you perfect as far as I'm concerned."

    V Flushed. Cleared his throat. "Good Deal, cop. Good... deal.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Revealed

  • #25
    J.R. Ward
    “So would you like to try on some clothes?" Beth nodded at what was in her arms. "I don't have many dresses but Fritz can get you some."
    You know what?" Marissa eyed the blue jeans the queen had on. "I've never worn a pair of pants before."
    I've got two pairs here if you want to try them out."
    Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Revealed

  • #26
    J.R. Ward
    “You've got some of me in you, cop.' Wrath's smile stuck around as he slid his glasses back on. 'Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't think it went past the pain-in-the-ass-part is all.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Revealed

  • #27
    J.R. Ward
    “What brings you onto my property?" Rhev said, cradling his mug with both hands trying to absorb its warmth.
    Got a problem"
    I can't fix your personality, sorry”
    J. R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

  • #28
    J.R. Ward
    “After a moment, Wrath turned to John. "This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-"
    "Okay, that was so not my fault-"
    "-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population."
    "I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans."
    "They smell bad when they're dead."
    "All you mortal types do.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

  • #29
    J.R. Ward
    “And Cormia will be okay, I mean, she's not kicked out of here, correct?"
    "She shall be welcomed back herein. She is a fine female. Just not...as well suited to this life as some of us are."
    In the quiet heartbeats that followed, he had an image of her undressing him for the shower, her guileless, innocent green eyes looking up at him as she fumbled with his belt and his leathers.
    She only wanted to do what was right. Back when this whole mess had gotten started, even though she'd been terrified, she would have done the right thing by her tradition and taken him in her. Which made her stronger than him, didn't it. She wasn't running. He was the one with the track shoes on.
    "You tell the others I was not worthy of her." As the Directrix's mouth fell open, he pointed a finger at her. "That's a goddamned order. You tell them...she is too good for me. I want her elevated to a special rank.... I want her fucking enshrined, do you understand me? You do right by her or I'll bust this place into ruins.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

  • #30
    J.R. Ward
    “You're a freak. But I really can't accept these-'
    Were you raised in a barn? Don't be ruuuuuude, my boy. They're a gift.'
    Blay shook his head. 'Take them, John. You're just going to lose this argument, and it will save us from the theatrics.'
    Theatrics?' Qhuinn leaped up and assumed a Roman oratory pose. 'Whither thou knowest thy ass from thy elbow, young scribe?'
    Blay blushed. 'Come on-'
    Qhuinn threw himself at Blay, grasping onto the guy's shoulders and hanging his full weight off him. 'Hold me. Your insult has left me breathless. I'm agasp.'
    Blay grunted and scrambled to keep Qhuinn up off the floor. 'That's agape.'
    Agasp sounds better.'
    Blay was trying not to smile, trying not to be delighted, but his eyes were sparkling like sapphires and his cheeks were getting red. With a silent laugh, John sat on one of the locker room benches, shook out his pair of white socks, and pulled them on under his new old jeans. 'You sure, Qhuinn? 'Cause I have a feeling they're going to fit and you might change your mind.
    Qhuinn abruptly lifted himself off Blay and straightened his clothes with a sharp tug. 'And now you offend my honor.' Facing off at John, he flipped into a fencing stance.
    Touché.'
    Blay laughed. 'That's en garde, you damn fool.'
    Qhuinn shot a look over his shoulder. 'ça va, Brutus?'
    Et tu?'
    That would be tutu, I believe, and you can keep the cross-dressing to yourself, ya perv.'
    Qhuinn flashed a brilliant smile, all twelve kinds of proud for being such an ass. 'Now, put the fuckers on, John, and let's be done with this. Before we have to put Blay in an iron lung.'
    Try sanitarium.'
    No, thanks, I had a big lunch.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined



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