Qhuinn And Blay Quotes

#1. 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

#2. 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

#3. 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

#4. 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

#5. I don't leave the house without thinking of how to represent myself.

Taylor Momsen

#6. In general, Russia suffers from a frightening poverty in the sphere of facts and a frightening wealth of all types of arguments.

Anton Chekhov

#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. When I was first diagnosed with ALS, I was given two years to live. Now 45 years later, I am doing pretty well.

Stephen Hawking

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

J.R. Ward

#10. We're in the midst of an evolution, not a revolution.

James Levine

#11. People get killed every ten or 20 minutes. When we die, we are just another statistic.

Snoop Dogg

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

J.R. Ward

#13. 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

#14. 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

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

J.R. Ward

#16. 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

#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. I was and I still am a dreamer, that made me the person I am today

Jared Leto

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

J.R. Ward

#20. In deep of suffering, I found my soul.

Lailah Gifty Akita

#21. It didn't seem right that Sinead could be so careless with other people's lives but still lover her brothers so much. Did loving them make her less of a villain, or did loving them and still being a traitor make her more of one?

C. Alexander London

#22. 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

#23. 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

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

J.R. Ward

#25. 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

#26. 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

#27. The years since the Nobel Prize have been productive ones for me.

Philip Warren Anderson

#28. If cowardice were not so completely a coward as to be unable to look steadily upon the effects of courage, he would find that there is no refuge so sure as dauntless valor.

Jane Porter

#29. 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

#30. 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

#31. 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

#32. 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

#33. Heaven is not a place far away from where you are, rather it is a state of energy in which you can live every day.

Sarina Baptista

#34. 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

#35. 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

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

J.R. Ward