The Beast Quotes

“Rhage! You have a dragon! A pet dragon! I got to rub his tummy!”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“The guy didn’t have resting bitch face so much as resting I’m-going-to-kill-someone-and-light-their-house-on-fire face.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“That’s so sweet.” He sighed again. “Jeez, I feel sorry for Bits, though.”
Mary lifted her head again. “Why?”
“BECAUSE SHE IS NEVER DATING—”
“Rhage, seriously. You gotta give that a rest. . . .”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Personally, I like to mix and match--I prefer to get a couple of milk shakes, a banana split ... a sundae or two. Then I top it off with a mocha chip in a cone. I don't know why. I guess that's like the dinner mint at the end of a meal to me. Know what I mean?"

Mary had to turn around again. Bitty was looking forward, her brows super-high, her little face the picture of surprise.

"He's not kidding," Mary murmured. "Even if you're not into the ice cream, watching him eat all that is something to see.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“I'll give them my number, too. And my brother Vishous made sure we have the best reception and service in the city. No dead zones. Unless you're around Lassiter, and that's more of a mental thing than anything about cellular networks."

"Um ... Lassiter?" Bitty said.

Rhage nodded. "Yeah, he's this pain in the ass--oh, shit--I mean, sorry, I shouldn't say ass around you, should I? Or shit. And all those other bad words." He poked himself in the head. "I gotta remember that, gotta remember that. Anyway, Lassiter's a fallen angel who we've somehow gotten stuck with. He's like gum on the bottom of your shoe. 'Cept he doesn't smell like strawberries, he hogs the T.V. remote, and on a regular basis. you think to yourself, Is that really the best the Creator could do with an immortal? The guy has the worst taste in television--I mean, the only saving grace is that he isn't addicted to Bonanza ...have you ever watched twelve straight hours of Saved by the Bell? Okay, fine, it was probably only seven, and it wasn't like I couldn't have left--my God, I tell you, though, it's a wonder I escaped with my ability to put my pants on one leg at a time still intact ...”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Life didn’t have to be perfect . . . for true love to exist in it. *”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“A male after my own heart. And don’t knock perversion, you judgmental little fuck. You never know when you might find it appealing.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“So if you had the chance . . . even if there was no music and no ballgown, no tuxedo or gala . . . when your true love asked you to dance? It was important to say yes.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“As she began rattling off a number of multi-syllabic Latin-derived medical terms, he had to rearrange himself in his leathers. Something about her getting all professional made him want to get all up in her. Probably had to do with the bonding thing—he wanted to mark this spectacular person as his, so the whole world knew they needed to back the fuck off. Jane was the only female who had ever gotten his attention and held it. And yeah, if he had to wax psychological on the situation, it was probably because her single-minded passion for her job, shit, her relentless commitment to excellence, made him feel a little like he was always chasing her just to keep up. On so many levels he was a typical predator: The chase was more electric than the capture and consumption. And with Jane, there was always something to pursue. “Hello? V?” When their eyes met, he frowned. “Sorry. Distracted.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“as well as Assail and his two cousins, Fang I and II.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Grief . . . is a sacred way of honoring those we love.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“When the coffee had finished brewing, he took the pot out from under, poured the entire sugar bowl into it, and followed that up with as much of the half-and-half as he could fit in. Then he took a test sip.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Z was the last to come over, and as he opened his arms wide, for some reason, the slave bands that had been tattooed around his throat and wrists stood out to her.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Yeah, we could strap a small car to Lassiter’s back and make him run around by the pool—”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Someone, or someones, more like it, had Little Mermaided their bathroom: There were Little Mermaid towels hanging on all the hooks and rods, a Little Mermaid rug in front of the double sinks . . . Little Mermaid cups and toothbrushes and kids’ toothpaste on the counters . . . Little Mermaid shampoo and conditioner in the shower . . . action figures lined up on the lip around the tub and down the sill of the big window that looked out over the gardens.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Assail: We keep this up and I'll talk to you more than I speak with my own mahmen.

Vishous: Isn't she dead?

Assail: Yes.

Vishous: Some bastards have all the luck.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Mary, you can't second-guess yourself. Listen, you go to war in your own way, and the worst thing a soldier can do is have his confidence fried before he hits the field. Not everything is going to end up in victory, but you've got to start it all off, every time, knowing that your training and your instincts are sound. You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't hurt Bitty on purpose.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“It would be a duty that I would seek to fulfill all the nights I am upon this earth.” Mary”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“With a curse, Vishous took after the three free-thinkers, dematerializing out in front of where the trio seemed to be heading. As he re-formed, he knew they were fucking humans even before he saw that the one in the rear was running backward with what was no doubt a cocksucking Apple, iConformist POS front and center and on video record. He fricking iHated anything with a goddamn Macintosh trademark. V jumped out into the guy’s path, which of course J. J. Abrams didn’t notice, because, hello, he was too busy getting footage.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Time was way too finite: no matter how much of it you had with someone you loved, when the end came, it wasn’t nearly enough.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“As V dropped the bomb, there was a momentary period of silent saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay-whaaaaaaaaaaaaat. Then a shit-ton of gasps and cursing in the room, all kinds of WTF hitting the airwaves.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Justlikethat, the brother dematerialized out of the alley, and Rhage knew better than to think that the pair of them would ever speak of it again. And man, that was so V—the SOB was capable of great kindness and empathy, but always at arm’s length, as if he were afraid of getting too entangled in emotion. He was always there for the people he loved, though. Always. “Thank you, my brother,” Rhage said to the thin air where the male of worth had stood. “Thank you as ever.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“The guy didn’t have resting bitch face so much as resting I’m-going-to-kill-someone-and-light-their-house-on-fire face. Swallowing”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“He’ll never get out of there,” V sneered, his icy eyes flaring with pure violence. “Not alive, at any rate.”
“Good thing you have more than one table.” Butch clapped his bestie on the shoulder. “You sick fuck.”
“Don’t knock it till you tried it.”
“Nah, I’m a good Catholic boy. I go that route and my body would incinerate on the spot—and not from hot wax.”
“Pansy.”
“Pervert.” The pair of them chuckled at their inside joke and then got serious again—because with a squeak of the brakes, the ambulance stopped.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“She already has.” Assail smiled cruelly in the dark. “Tell me, is your Dom reputation just talk or are you truly that perverted?” “Waste my time with gossip and I’ll answer that firsthand.” “Kinky.” “Why do you ask?” “Your name came up in conversation.” “How.” The fact that that wasn’t a question, but a demand was not a surprise. “She was speaking of sexual conquests she had enjoyed. You apparently were one of them, back when she was younger—and she made it clear you had done the conquesting, as it were.” “I’ve fucked a lot of people,” V said in a bored tone, “and forgotten ninety-five percent of them. So tell me what you know—and not about sex. Mine or others’.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“No lie. I might fuck with your bathroom. But never, ever about this.” Rhage’s”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“The goatee was a neutral—unless you assessed it on style. In which case the fucker was a travesty of Rogaine proportions.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Going over to their prisoner, Vishous performed a visual assessment on Xcor. When they’d brought the bastard in here, V had strapped him onto the wooden slab table face-up and spread-eagled, locking stainless-steel cuffs on those wrists and ankles and around that thick neck—and what do you know, the guy was right where he’d left him. Color was passable. Eyes were closed. Head wound at the rear of the skull was no longer leaking, having healed already.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Okay, now he knew why humans with mother issues went on Lassiter's talks shows. Every time V got around this female, he came down with a case of womb-induced-psychosis.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“You’ve come a long way from being that asshole I once knew and tolerated.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast