Lover Eternal Quotes

“She ran over the frost-laden grass in her bare feet and threw herself at him, grabbing on to his neck with both arms. She held him so tightly his spine cracked. She was sobbing. Bawling. Crying so hard her whole body was shaking. He didn’t ask any questions, just wrapped himself around her. “I’m not okay,” she said hoarsely between breaths. “Rhage…I’m not okay.” He closed his eyes and held on tight.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“And why had those prayers been focused heavenward? Well, it kind of made sense, didn't it? Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart's wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Sometimes, pretending to be normal was the very best antidote to weirdness. Fake-it-until-you-make-it was more than psychobabble bullshit.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Normal is just what’s average, it’s not necessarily the only way of being, or living”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“She smiled a little. “You are a manipulator.” “I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Supposed to in one hand, s*** in the other; see what you get the most of- V to Rhage”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“And why had those prayers focused heavenward? Well, it kind of made sense, didn’t it? Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart’s wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above. And gifts did come from the sky, like spring rain and summer breezes and fall sun and winter snow.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Butch came in from the kitchen, Bud in one hand, sandwich in the other. “Hey, big man. S’up?” “I want the two of you to chain me to my bed.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“The impending separation from love, more than the ending of life, had kept all that faith alive. It was the hope of having a little more time to love that had made her mother hold crosses, and look to the faces of statues, and cast words up into the air.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Rhage.”
“What?”
“I'll tell you this. Your destiny's coming for you. And she's coming soon.”
Rhage laughed. “Oh, yeah? What's the female like? I prefer them—”
“She's a virgin.”
A chill shot down Rhage's spine and nailed him in the ass. “You're kidding, right?”
“Look in my eye. Do you think I'm jerking you off?”
V paused for a moment and then opened the door, releasing the smell of beer and human bodies along with the pulse of an old Guns N' Roses song.
As they went inside, Rhage muttered, “You're some freaky shit, my brother. You really are.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside of you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can’t breathe.” His stare was level, brutal in its honesty.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“His body shook so badly his words came out in waves. “I’m out of my mind…. This is…Shit, I can’t…I need to stay away from you.” “Why? I don’t want you to stop—” He talked right over her. “I’m starved for you, Mary. I’m so damn…hungry, but I can’t have you. I won’t take…you.” “Rhage,” she snapped, as if trying to get through to him. “Why not?” “You don’t want me. Trust me, you really don’t want me like that.” “The hell I don’t.” He”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Dear God. Her eyes didn’t match the gentle lilt of her voice at all. They belonged to a warrior. Gunmetal gray, surrounded by lashes the color of her hair, they were grave, serious, reminding him of males who had fought and survived battle. They were staggeringly beautiful in their strength.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Does my body please you?” She tightened her lips. Man, if he got off on hearing women say he was beautiful, he was going home disappointed. “And what would you do if it didn’t?” she shot back. “I would cover myself.” “Yeah, right.” He cocked his head to the side, as if thinking he’d read her wrong. Then he headed out to the living room where his coat was. Good lord, he was serious. “Hal, come back. You don’t have to…I, ah, I like your body just fine.” He smiled as he returned to her. “I’m glad. I want to please you.” Fine, dandy, she thought. Then lose the shirt, peel off those leather pants, and lie down on my tile. We’ll take turns being on the bottom.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“He spoke fast and hard. “I’ve got it bad for Marissa. She won’t see me. That’s it, the whole story. Now tell me about your nightmare.” Rhage had to smile. “The idea I’m not the only one on the skids is a relief.” “That tells me nothing. I want details.” “The female threw me out of her house early this morning after doing a job on my ego.” “What kind of hatchet did she use?” “An unflattering comparison between me and a free-agent canine.” “Ouch.” Butch twisted the shirt in the other direction. “So naturally, you’re dying to see her again.” “Pretty much.” “You’re pathetic.” “I know.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Well…it’s nice to meet you, Zsadist.” “So polite,” he mocked. “Okay, how about this. Thank you for not killing him or me just now. That real enough for you?” Zsadist glanced over his shoulder. His eyelids were like window blinds, allowing only slits of cold night to shine through. And with his skull-trimmed hair and that scar, he was the personification of violence: aggression, and pain anthropomorphized. Except as he looked at her through the candlelight, the slightest hint of warmth came through his face. It was so subtle she couldn’t define quite how she knew it was there. “You,” he said softly, “are extraordinary.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Rhage lay down on top of the comforter and crossed his feet at the ankles. Everything irritated him, the hot room, the PJs, the robe. Now he knew what presents felt like, all trussed up in paper and ribbons: itchy. “Do you normally wear all that to bed?” she asked. “Absolutely.” “Then why’s the tag still on that robe?” “In case I want another, I’ll know what it is.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“In the Old Language, he whispered, “I am barren of words, my female. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“There anything else we can do for you before you get horizontal?” Butch asked. “Alka-Seltzer. Cabinet.” “V, fire up some of that shit, would you?” Butch’s arm came around Rhage’s waist. “Lean on me, buddy. Yeah, that’s right—whoa. Damn, we’ve got to stop feeding you.” Rhage let himself be led across the marble floor and onto the carpet in the bedroom. “All right, big guy, down you go.” Oh, yeah. Bed. Bed was good. “And look who’s here. It’s Nurse Vishous.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Butch came around in front, twisting the shirt he’d taken off into a rope. Thanks to all the lifting they’d been doing, the male’s chest and arm muscles were thickening up, and he hadn’t been small to begin with. He couldn’t pull the kind of iron Rhage did, but for a human, the guy was a bulldozer. “You’re getting into some kind of shape, cop.” “Aw, come on, now.” Butch grinned. “Don’t let that shower we took go to your head.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“I’m not a man, Mary, even though parts of me look like one. What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside of you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can’t breathe.” His stare was level, brutal in its honesty.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“The poor thing had cowered away from the sides of the pan, blackened on top, and developed drying cracks. It was inedible, better suited to the construction supply trade than to a dinner plate. A few dozen more of these and some mortar and she’d have that wall she wanted around her terrace.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“she could have sworn the high-end Viking stove was glaring at her. The animosity was mutual.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“God, those eyes of his were gleaming again. So blue, so bright, the color endless, like the sea. An ocean to swim in. To drown in. To die in.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“You’re some freaky shit, my brother. You really are.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“That plan had bad idea written all over it. “You want to poof it or ride back with me?”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“In the clearing he saw a creature. Some eight feet tall, it was built along the lines of a dragon, with teeth like a T. rex and a slashing pair of front claws. The thing flickered in the moonlight, its powerful body and tail covered with iridescent purple and lime-green scales. “What the hell is that?” Butch whispered, fumbling to make sure the door was locked. “Rhage in a really bad mood.” The”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“what do you want with her?” As if she didn’t already know. “Call her now. Tell her that I am a friend of yours and she’ll enjoy herself. It will be better that way.” “Better than what?” “My breaking into her house to get to her. Which is what I’ll do, if I have”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Don’t disappointment me, son.” Yeah, fuck you, daddy. O”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Then Rhage kissed each and every scar. She”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal