Lover Arisen Quotes

“Finally, after so much heartache, she was going to get what she had always wanted, what she deserved. A male who loved all of her unconditionally. And they were going to live happily ever after. Or she was going to beat his ass.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“Lassiter, where do you go?”
He stopped. “You know my name.”
“I… yes, I do. Of course, I do.” She wrung her hands, an anxiety striking her. “Oh, Lassiter.”

Riding a sudden surge of emotion, she jumped into the space between them, and the instant she did, he caught her, his arms wrapping around her and drawing her flush against his strong body. With his great strength, he lifted her easily from the wild flowers he had created for her, holding her so tight that they nearly became one. And in response, she attempted to encircle his shoulders. They were far too large, so she settled for his neck to hold him back. She had the sense this was a beginning for them. But also an end.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“Thank you, V, he thought as he jumped out himself. Balz stayed tight on her heels as she hit a little walkway with a long stride, and about halfway to her front door, he realized how ridiculous he looked: He was still nakie with a sheet wrapped around his hey-nannies, and he had a gun down at one thigh and a duffle bag full of click-click-bang-bang hanging off his other shoulder. Too bad this wasn’t Halloween for the humans. He could have called himself a flasher-assassin and maybe gotten away with it. Plus, hey, guy shows up on your trick-or-treat doorstep with a forty caliber in his palm, you were likely to dump your bowl of candy wherever he told you to put the stuff. So he’d clean up and Rhage would be psyched.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“If his affect were an aftershave, it would have been called Le Disapproval.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“A hunch—that happens to have a pair of wings and a sun fetish. Also really bad taste in pretty much everything. But you don’t know anything about that.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“Balz glanced back at the charred maple he’d run into and deconstructed his nap time. After he’d stalked through the rubble and come up with nothing, he’d copped a squat at the base of the tree to consider all his no-go. That split-second time-out was all it had taken. Sleep had claimed him with such force and stealth, he couldn’t remember fighting the tackle of it, and that was all the demon needed. His lack of consciousness was Devina’s open door and she never failed to take advantage of the invitation he never offered”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“V was sooo stuck. “You know,” Lassiter murmured, “I really wish I had brought my cell phone right now. Your face is such a picture. It’s the kind of thing I’d like to have as my lock screen.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“Yeah, like Dieter from Sprockets.” “Mike Myers is a god.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“In spite of your everybody-knows-that tone, which I’d take offense at except for the fact that you’ve clearly had a crap night and I’m feeling sorry for you—‘feronica’ is not a real word.” “Yeah, well, ‘true’ isn’t a question mark, either.” V took a pause. Because he’d been working on his temper lately. “Don’t make me slap the stupid out of you.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“How do you reconcile both gratitude and grief, he wondered. “Thank you,” he said softly. “I’m going to love her with everything I’m worth, for the rest of my life, and I owe it all to you.” “My sacrifice didn’t mean shit, remember?” the angel returned. “Just enjoy true love enough for the both of us, okay?”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“they’ll have to fight her without my interference going forward. I’m not supposed to help. It’s against the Creator’s rules. And I’ve done all I can.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“You don’t go anywhere near that demon. Are we clear? You fucking leave this right where it is. I gave up my own shot at love for nothing, as it turned out, but you’ve got yours as long as you don’t wake up dead from being a fucking hero.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“Turned out, her version of true love had a compulsive element to it. Made sense. Happiness had always bored her. A cycle of aching need, followed by ecstatic acquisition or fulfillment, culminating with a glow of satisfaction? That was her fucking jam.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“Oh… shit, Lassiter thought. He wasn’t in love with Rahvyn. He didn’t even know her. Then again, wasn’t that how bonding worked?”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“Do you have any idea how many detectives get MRIs because they have persistent headaches and are convinced they have a brain tumor? But it’s never that. And there’s nothing wrong with my mind, is there.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“The secrets buried by shame were always the most poisonous ones, and the destruction they wrought was the insidious kind, under the surface and mostly hidden.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“We can't run from our pasts. We shouldn't even try.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“A moment was all it took to change the course of everything. The problem was. . .no one knew which moment was going to matter, and there were so many, so very many.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“It was a multi-f-bomb kind of night.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“I needed to make sure you were okay.”
“And if I had not been…?”
“I would have done what was required to save you.”
Tears entered her eyes, putting a gloss over her vision that blurred him and the meadow. “Why,” she breathed. An eternity of silence stretched out between them. And then he reached out and brushed her cheek. When he dropped his hand, she smelled the scent—and could not understand it. Why would the perfume of fresh flowers be out— Rahvyn gasped. Looking down at their feet, she saw violets spring up from the scruffy ground, the fragile purple blooms unfurling, little flags upon green nests. And among them sprouted also daisies and dandelions, then other colorful blooms, all of the heads lifting free of the soil, maturing as if it were July, not April, as if the air were warm, not chilled. The rush of wild flowers swirled around them both, encompassing their vicinity in the meadow, bringing daylight unto the night—and Rahvyn was so o’ercome, she let out a sound of delight and swept her hands to the sky. In a twirl, she imagined that she could gather them up in her arms, a sight for sore eyes, a lift for a heavy heart, a sniff into a grateful, astounded nose. And then she stilled. Lowering her arms, she saw that he remained grim. “Are you leaving right the now?”
He took a step back. “I just wanted to give you something beautiful, so you can feel even a little of the wonder I have whenever I look into your eyes.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen

“From the first moment I saw you,” he said in a hoarse voice, “that night when Sahvage and Mae came here… there was just something about you. I couldn’t look away.”
Flushing, she glanced down at her hands. “I could feel you staring upon me.”
“I didn’t mean to freak you out.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Arisen