J.R. Ward Quotes About Language

Quotes about: Language

• 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.

  J.R. Ward

  Beautiful, Baby, Brother

• I have no words. Sixteen languages, but no words. -Vishous

  J.R. Ward

  Sixteen, Language, Vishous

• In the Old Language, she hissed, “If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.” That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling. Dead silence. Until Doc Jane said dryly, “Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.

  J.R. Ward

  Rain, Sleep, Silence

• The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door.

  J.R. Ward

  Beautiful, Doors, Names

  J.R. Ward (2010). “Lover Mine: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood”, p.28, Penguin

• Oh my God..." Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink...in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted...in a billboard-size front with flourishes... Her name in the Old Language.

  J.R. Ward

  Heart, Mirrors, Names

  J.R. Ward (2010). “Lover Mine: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood”, p.412, Penguin

• The hardest thing is being with other people — it's like they're on a different wavelength, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.

  J.R. Ward

  Mother, People, Different

  "Lover at Last: Number 11 in series".

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