“I'm proud of you, and I love you," Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgement, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang onto, but a flesh-and-blood… — J R Ward Copy Share Image
“And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down. Goddamn it, you dragged your ass off the ground and you kept fighting." —… — J R Ward Copy Share
“I'm proud of you, and I love you," Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection… — J R Ward Copy Share
“I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in… — J R Ward Copy Share
“Don't just walk through the flames. Get your Fred Astaire on and DANCE through them. Joy is around everywhere, even when the night falls… — J R Ward Copy Share
“Your name. My back. I can’t fucking wait.” Jane whistled under her breath. “Do I get to do it ” He barked a laugh.… — J R Ward Copy Share
“We work together. That’s it. So I want you to do us both a favor before you think I ‘need’ to know something. Ask… — J R Ward Copy Share
“How can I tell her…" His voice broke, and he had to clear his throat. "How the fuck can I explain this to her?"… — J R Ward Copy Share
“Listen, you mind if I take a T.O. and check in for a sec,” he interjected. V’s diamond eyes narrowed. “With who?” Right on… — J R Ward Copy Share
“Scrambling through the drifts, Blay rushed over and landed on his knees. Qhuinn was sprawled on the ground, his long, heavy legs stretched out,… — J R Ward Copy Share
“Qhuinn dived into the plane, pulled himself into the pilot’s seat, and tried to make sense of all the…fucking hell, there were a lot… — J R Ward Copy Share
“But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes… — J R Ward Copy Share
“The growl that permeated the room was loud enough to rattle the mirror on the wall next to Qhuinn’s head—as well as the silver… — J R Ward Copy Share
“Shit. With Qhuinn looking at him like that, he couldn’t remember his own name. Blaysox? Blacklock? Blabberfox? Who the fuck knew…” — J R Ward Copy Share
