Blay Qhuinn Quotes

#1. Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew - and how fabulous.

J.R. Ward

#2. That's it - hundreds of texts and conversations, thousands upon thousands of words spoken and sent, all boiled down into a single line. is that what relationships become?

David Levithan

#3. Qhuinn: "What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me?"
Blay: "What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?

J.R. Ward

#4. I've said I was sorry," Qhuinn intoned. "But I don't think I've ever said thank you. So, yeah ... thank you.

J.R. Ward

#5. I was born to be a leader. I love the fact that millions of people look up to me.

Arnold Schwarzenegger

#6. But by God, he was going to stop running from his cowardice. He had to own his shit - even if it made him hate himself to the core. Because maybe if he did, he'd stop trying to distract himself with sex and drinking, and figure out what he did want.
Apart from Blay, that was.

J.R. Ward

#7. The kiss that was pressed against his own mouth was reverent, the contact no heavier than the warm, still air in the room. It was the consummate lover's kiss, the kind of thing he had wanted even more than the hot sex they'd just had.

J.R. Ward

#8. As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.

J.R. Ward

#9. No Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common. Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.

J.R. Ward

#10. Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.

J.R. Ward

#11. The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. You have such a way with words, cousin. I would say ... trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.

J.R. Ward

#12. I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook."
"See? I'm so not Prince Charming.

J.R. Ward

#13. If the British prose style is Churchillian, America is the tobacco auctioneer, the barker; Runyon, Lardner, W.W., the traveling salesman who can sell the world the Brooklyn Bridge every day, can put anything over on you and convince you that tomatoes grow at the South Pole.

Ishmael Reed

#14. How ironic. Now that he wasn't with Blay, he was being faithful to the fucker.

J.R. Ward

#15. And God help them both, if it hadn't been for Saxton, Qhuinn would have dropped the l-word right then and there, even though the timing was stupid.

J.R. Ward

#16. She said we all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don't to make it all bearable.

Neil Gaiman

#17. Blay's head whipped around to his mate. "Really? You asked my dad?" Qhuinn nodded, then started to smile like a mother fucker. "It's my one and only shot. So I wanted to follow protocol.

J.R. Ward

#18. It's not so easy... it's not possible.

Deyth Banger

#19. Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn - and probably always would be.
"Why?" he said to his lover.
"Because I want you for however long I have you.

J.R. Ward

#20. 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

#21. They never held hands. Never kissed in front of anyone. And there were no covert hot glances, either. But then again, Blay was a gentleman. And Saxton the Classy Slut put on a good show.
His cousin was a straight-up whore -

J.R. Ward

#22. You almost died tonight, he wanted to say. You dumb son of a bitch, you nearly died ... and then what would we have done?
And not "we" as in the Brotherhood.
Not even "we" as in he and John.
More like ... "me".

J.R. Ward

#23. Say the word. Say the word and I won't go.
Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you.
Better yet, why don't you just kiss me-

J.R. Ward

#24. With a quick jerk, Qhuinn wrapped his arms around the single most important person in his life. It was not Layla, although he felt a pang at that denial. It was not John, or his king. It wasn't the brothers. This male was the reason for everything.

J.R. Ward

#25. Maybe I should just lie quietly inside you while our old selves slip in and out of the back rooms of the soul.

Richard Jackson

#26. It's a path that grows government, restricts freedom and liberty and compromises those values, those Judeo-Christian, Western civilization values that made us such a great and exceptional nation in the first place.

Paul Ryan

#27. Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.

J.R. Ward

#28. Love, after all, was universal. Qhuinn closed his fist up tight, and knew he would never, ever take that ring off. "Always," Blay murmured. "Because family is an always kind of thing.

J.R. Ward

#29. Blay thought of the text that he didn't intend to ignore. "You suck." "Yes, I do, don't I." Qhuinn licked his lips. "And you like me to.

J.R. Ward

#30. Holy shit . . . They'd joined the war.

J.R. Ward

#31. He thinks I love him. As in ... in love with him. Yeah. Go fig. Me in love with Qhuinn ... a guy who, when he's not moody, is a slut and smart-ass. Except you want to know what the most fucked-up thing is, though? He's right.

J.R. Ward

#32. Ullahbluh! Sehyoh narar, pokehole sann! Manhead very dirty by am anoyato. Like old Dolldy Icon when he cooked up his iggs in bicon. He gatovit and me gotafit and Oalgoak's Cheloven gut a fudden. Povar old pitschobed! Molodeztious

James Joyce

#33. Hey, as you leave, Qhuinn wanted to say, will you do me a favor? I think my left ventricle is on the floor, so don't step on it as you pull out? Thanks. Great.

J.R. Ward