Blood Truth Quotes

“I am praying for your eternal soul."
"Don't bother."
"Come on, don't you want to go to Heaven?"
"I wouldn't know anyone up there. And don't get too prissy with that religious bullshit, true? I don't want to spend an eternity without you, so you need to come to Dhunhd with me."
"Will they have milk duds there?"
"yes, but they'll all be melted together. And we'll be surrounded by Yankees fans, televangelists, and no booze."
"We'll think of some way to pass the time."
"We always do.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“You bring me to my knees and lift me up at the same time. It’s the definition of magic.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“The thing with true family, from everything he’d learned? Sometimes they shared DNA with you. Sometimes they didn’t. And given that the blood connection only went so far, the friends you chose were what made up the slack when your relatives sucked.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“I’m sorry,” Butch muttered. “I behaved unprofessionally. It won’t happen again.” Helania lifted her head off Boone’s pec. “Are you kidding me? I want to shoot him, too.” “No one’s shooting anybody,” Vishous cut in. Then he rolled his eyes. “And you know people be losin’ their shit if I’m the one saying something like that.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“But at least the Brother wasn’t kicking him out. So bonus. Boone scrambled across the room and threw himself down on the cushions like his ass was putting a brushfire out. He crossed his legs. Uncrossed them. Then played I’m-looking, I’m-not-looking with Helania. He was pretty sure she’d glanced at him when he’d come in, although if she had, she hadn’t stared at him for long. But what she had done? Smiled at his stupid joke. She had actually laughed a little, too. In the back of his mind, because he was insane, he decided this meant they were totally compatible and destined to be together forever. Yup, one lift to her lips and an awkward giggle were totally signs of eternal passion and happiness. Annnnnnnnd on that note, he had to ease back on his fantasy life.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“Vishous went to pull back one of the chairs. When it resisted, Butch sat forward and reached for his Phillips head. “Here, let’s unscrew the—” The brother yanked the thing up, the high-pitched whine of metal reaching and surpassing its structural integrity making Butch wince. As some of the screws bounced on the hard polished floor, V turned the chair around and inspected the mangled feet. “Didn’t think that one through,” he muttered. His solution to the inevitable instability was to pound those four feet into the concrete over and over again until the thing was somewhat level on its legs. “There,” he said as he parked his ass. “Fixed it.” The fact that he was sitting off-kilter and had made holes in the floor seemed petty to point out. “Good job,” Butch said. “I could do the other two?” “I think we’re okay. But thanks for the offer.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“Poor kid,” Rhage said as the brother arrived. “Not hardly,” V muttered as he appeared. “Boone’s better off this way, true? That sire of his was a motherfucker.” Butch shot a look at his roomie. “Will you please try to not bring that up at the goddamn ceremony? It’s tacky.” “I hate protocol.” “No, really?” Rhage cut in. “Wait, let me get my shocked face on.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“And he was not surprised that the mahmen was the one who’d woman’d up. After however many years in homicide, he had learned about the differences between the sexes. Men were physically stronger, true. But the women? They were the warriors. As much as those males who had come with her would have run into a burning building to save her, not one of them was strong enough to take her place for this heartbreaking duty. Because they couldn’t handle it. “All”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“True love, when it clicks, is the great eraser. All the conflict and work to get a relationship up off the ground just disappears when people hit smooth sailing.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“Beneath the wardrobe of a gentlemale, he had the soul of vengeance and not just a little street in him.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“Butch re-formed next to him”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“Butch re-formed next to him and entered a code on a keypad next to a solid steel door.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“Balthazar squeezed his muscle-loaded body into the chair on the other side. “Wow, this is a tight squeeze. And yes, please, on the nicotine.” “You want I fix your chair?” V offered. “No,” Butch said. “We’re done with the redecorating. My eardrums can’t take another round of that.” V shot him a buzzkill glare and then got to work rolling one for Balthazar.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth

“Butch re-formed next to him and entered”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Truth