Quote

The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

J.R. Ward

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

J.R. Ward
Pounds
Weight
Dead
Body
Heavier

More quotes by J.R. Ward

Image
Pull up your big girl panties and just do it.
J.R. Ward
Image
When I want you to beg, I'll tell you.
J.R. Ward
Image
A book unopened alters not the ink on it's pages
J.R. Ward
Image
You said you wanted to remember something.' His palms slid up to the top of her thighs and squeezed. 'So lie back and let me do my thing.' -Issac Rothe, Crave
J.R. Ward
Image
Too late Bella. Now, it's too late. Show me.
J.R. Ward
Image
When she didn't continue, he shrugged. Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy
J.R. Ward
Image
When she didn't say anything more, he frowned, thinking this was the pair of them in a nutshell: Standing three feet away from each other and being separated by miles.
J.R. Ward
Image
Butch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe.
J.R. Ward
Image
You want to poof it or ride back with me?
J.R. Ward
Image
The male's diamond eyes locked on Payne, and though she hadn't seen him in forever, she knew who he was. Sure as if she was staring at her own reflection. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes for last she had known, he breathed no longer. Vishous, she whispered desperately. Oh, brother mine.
J.R. Ward
Image
I am very comfortable with conflict, be it of the legal or mortal kind. My father was a mediator, a bridge maker. I am a grave maker.
J.R. Ward
Image
Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.
J.R. Ward
Image
Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.
J.R. Ward
Image
Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.
J.R. Ward
Image
How can something so . . . huge happen so fast?
J.R. Ward
Image
He went over to the leathers and picked them up. Nice Catholic boy like him didn't know much about BDSM, but it looked like he was going to learn firsthand. Taking out his cellphone, he hit V, but didn't expect an answer. He guessed GPS was going to have to come in handy once again.
J.R. Ward
Image
You would have made a fine warrior, you know that? I am one. Death is my enemy. Yeah, it is, isn't it. God, it made such sense that he'd bonded with her. She was a fighter… like him. Your scalpel's your dagger. Yup.
J.R. Ward
Image
As the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dog’s big head and stroking the soft fur…playing with an ear…dipping down and finding the long waves that flowed from the animal’s broad, strong chest. Not that any of that meant he was keeping the the animal, of course. It just felt nice, was all.
J.R. Ward
Image
The smile he gave her was wistful, just a little lift to his mouth. You are a fighter. Yes. Always. And sometimes I'm a whole army.
J.R. Ward
Image
Xhex: John, she said softty. He paused and looked over his shoulder toward the bed. I love you.” His handsome face tightened in pain, and he rubbed the middle of his chest, as if someone had fisted up his heart and squeezed it dead. And then he turned away. As she hit the confines of her prison… She was screaming at the top of her lungs.
J.R. Ward