J.R. Ward Quotes About Brothers

Quotes about: Brothers

• You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.

  J.R. Ward

  Brother, War, Home

  J. R. Ward (2011). “Lover Unleashed: Number 9 in series”, p.178, Hachette UK

• What the—Have you been crying?" Tohrment demanded. "Are you all right? Dear God, is it the baby?" "Tohr, relax. I'm a female, I cry at matings. It's in the job description." There was the sound of a kiss. "I just don't want anything to upset you, leelan." 'Then tell me the brothers are ready." "We are." "Good. I'll bring her out." "Leelan ? " "What?" There were low words spoken in their beautiful language. "Yes, Tohr," Wellsie whispered. "And after two hundred years, I'd mate you again. In spite of the fact that you snore and you leave your weapons all over our bedroom.

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  Beautiful, Baby, Brother

• 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.

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  Brother, Eye, Reflection

  J.R. Ward (2010). “Lover Mine: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood”, p.446, Penguin

• Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.

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  Sweet, Hurt, Brother

• Thank you for caring for my brother." He took his sunglasses off. And looked at her with total adoration.

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  Brother, Caring, Sunglasses

  J.R. Ward (2011). “J.R. Ward The Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4”, p.363, Penguin

• Sister," he murmured, not as an inquiry, but a statement of fact. "Brother mine," she groaned... before her consciousness slipped from her grasp and she drifted away. But she would come back to him. One way or the other, she would not leave her twin ever again.

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  Brother, Inquiry, Way

• Phury stepped up in front of her, blocking the view as leaned down and put his mouth right to Throe's ear. As he squeezed Throe's biceps until it screamed in pain, the Brother growled softly, "You get hard and I'll castrate you as soon as she leaves." Well .. If that wasn't crystal clear.

  J.R. Ward

  Brother, Pain, Block

• [Rhage and Manny] “You’re doing great,” he murmured as he noticed those white knuckled fists. “Don’t worry about me.” “Right, right…your brothers.” Manny paused for a split second. “You’re all right, you know that.” “F*ck…that…” The fighter smiled, flashing fangs. “I’m…perfect.

  J.R. Ward

  Brother, White, Perfect

• No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood

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  Brother, Kings, Blood

• He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well. Instead, he placed a wooden case next to Tohr on the bed, exhaled some Turkish smoke, and went back for the exit like he couldn't wait to get out of the room. Except he stopped before he left, "I gotchu, my brother," he said to the door. "I know, V. You always have. ~Vishous and Tohrment Lover Reborn

  J.R. Ward

  Brother, Doors, Bullshit

  J. R. Ward (2012). “Lover Reborn: Number 10 in series”, p.429, Hachette UK

• He was the first to reach the aircraft, and he went for the door that by some miracle was facing outward and not into the concrete wall. Wrenching the thing open, and getting out his flashlight, he didn’t know what to expect inside—smoke? Fumes? Blood and body parts? Zsadist was sitting rigid in a backward-facing seat, his big body strapped in, both hands locked on the armrests. The Brother was staring straight ahead and not blinking. “Have we stopped moving?” he said hoarsely

  J.R. Ward

  Brother, Wall, Moving

• He could feel V's eyes sharpen, the vampire's fierce intellect churning over the situation. Among the brothers, Vishous had the most raw brainpower, but he paid for the privilage. Man, Wrath sure had his own demons, and they were no walk in the park, but he wouldn't have wanted Vishous's cross to bear. Seeing what had yet to come was a terrible burden. -Wrath's thoughts

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  Brother, Eye, Men

  J.R. Ward (2005). “Dark Lover: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood”, p.125, Penguin

• Bacon's on the way." He smiled. "Hey, they like you!" Wrath to Beth after the brother's bow to her.

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  Brother, Wrath, Hey

• It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. As Lassiter crouched beside the Brother’s pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous himself, and he took a moment to cup what hung between his legs—just to reassure the boys downstairs that however much of an iconoclast he was, some things were sacred.

  J.R. Ward

  Brother, Pain, Boys

• Wrath clapped his brother on the shoulder. On the whole, though, the SOB was a total keeper. “Forgiven, forgotten.” “Feel free to hammer me anytime.” “Believe me, I do.

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  Brother, Believe, Wrath

  J.R. Ward (2011). “J.R. Ward The Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4”, p.151, Penguin

• The Reverend grinned, his fangs flashing. "You know, I've heard this rumor… about a member of the Brotherhood who's celibate. Yeah, go figure, a warrior who abstains. And I've heard a few other things about this male. He's down to one leg. Has a scarred sociopath for a twin. You wouldn't by any chance know of such a Brother?" Phury shook his head. "Nope.

  J.R. Ward

  Brother, Warrior, Rumor

  J.R. Ward (2011). “J.R. Ward The Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4”, p.1427, Penguin

• The Brother's eyes narrowed. "But here's something to keep in mind. You ever hurt him on purpose and I will consider you my enemy.

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  Hurt, Brother, Eye

  J.R. Ward (2011). “J.R. Ward The Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4”, p.1951, Penguin

• Qhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOB’s skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hosts’ rugs. And the deadweight of the body. Seemed only hospitable.

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  Brother, Hands, Events

  J. R. Ward (2013). “Lover at Last: Number 11 in series”, p.405, Hachette UK

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