Sign in with Facebook
Robb Books
Showing 1-50 of 455
Naked in Death (In Death, #1)
by (shelved 53 times as robb)
avg rating 4.13 — 203,612 ratings — published 1995
Glory in Death (In Death, #2)
by (shelved 46 times as robb)
avg rating 4.27 — 72,137 ratings — published 1995
Ceremony in Death (In Death, #5)
by (shelved 42 times as robb)
avg rating 4.27 — 48,731 ratings — published 1997
Rapture in Death (In Death, #4)
by (shelved 42 times as robb)
avg rating 4.28 — 54,307 ratings — published 1996
Purity in Death (In Death, #15)
by (shelved 41 times as robb)
avg rating 4.38 — 32,613 ratings — published 2002
Immortal in Death (In Death, #3)
by (shelved 41 times as robb)
avg rating 4.28 — 61,491 ratings — published 1996
Vengeance in Death (In Death, #6)
by (shelved 41 times as robb)
avg rating 4.36 — 46,715 ratings — published 1997
Judgment in Death (In Death, #11)
by (shelved 41 times as robb)
avg rating 4.37 — 40,806 ratings — published 2000
Portrait in Death (In Death, #16)
by (shelved 39 times as robb)
avg rating 4.39 — 41,845 ratings — published 2003
Conspiracy in Death (In Death, #8)
by (shelved 39 times as robb)
avg rating 4.37 — 42,729 ratings — published 1999
Holiday in Death (In Death, #7)
by (shelved 39 times as robb)
avg rating 4.34 — 45,321 ratings — published 1998
Betrayal in Death (In Death, #12)
by (shelved 39 times as robb)
avg rating 4.35 — 36,160 ratings — published 2001
New York to Dallas (In Death, #33)
by (shelved 37 times as robb)
avg rating 4.45 — 34,507 ratings — published 2011
Reunion in Death (In Death, #14)
by (shelved 37 times as robb)
avg rating 4.38 — 32,103 ratings — published 2002
Seduction in Death (In Death, #13)
by (shelved 36 times as robb)
avg rating 4.35 — 33,146 ratings — published 2001
Kindred in Death (In Death, #29)
by (shelved 35 times as robb)
avg rating 4.37 — 27,513 ratings — published 2009
Promises in Death (In Death, #28)
by (shelved 35 times as robb)
avg rating 4.42 — 39,302 ratings — published 2009
Witness in Death (In Death, #10)
by (shelved 35 times as robb)
avg rating 4.33 — 37,319 ratings — published 2000
Loyalty in Death (In Death, #9)
by (shelved 35 times as robb)
avg rating 4.33 — 37,772 ratings — published 1999
Treachery in Death (In Death, #32)
by (shelved 34 times as robb)
avg rating 4.47 — 33,075 ratings — published 2011
Salvation in Death (In Death, #27)
by (shelved 34 times as robb)
avg rating 4.30 — 27,800 ratings — published 2008
Memory in Death (In Death, #22)
by (shelved 34 times as robb)
avg rating 4.34 — 33,529 ratings — published 2006
Fantasy in Death (In Death, #30)
by (shelved 33 times as robb)
avg rating 4.28 — 28,332 ratings — published 2010
Divided in Death (In Death, #18)
by (shelved 33 times as robb)
avg rating 4.36 — 32,398 ratings — published 2004
Survivor In Death (In Death, #20)
by (shelved 33 times as robb)
avg rating 4.42 — 35,222 ratings — published 2005
Visions in Death (In Death, #19)
by (shelved 32 times as robb)
avg rating 4.39 — 30,873 ratings — published 2004
Indulgence in Death (In Death, #31)
by (shelved 32 times as robb)
avg rating 4.36 — 30,495 ratings — published 2010
Imitation in Death (In Death, #17)
by (shelved 32 times as robb)
avg rating 4.39 — 32,390 ratings — published 2003
Strangers in Death (In Death, #26)
by (shelved 31 times as robb)
avg rating 4.33 — 29,659 ratings — published 2008
Born in Death (In Death, #23)
by (shelved 31 times as robb)
avg rating 4.38 — 31,835 ratings — published 2006
Delusion in Death (In Death, #35)
by (shelved 30 times as robb)
avg rating 4.36 — 29,600 ratings — published 2012
Creation in Death (In Death, #25)
by (shelved 30 times as robb)
avg rating 4.40 — 29,878 ratings — published 2007
Origin in Death (In Death, #21)
by (shelved 30 times as robb)
avg rating 4.39 — 31,466 ratings — published 2005
Innocent in Death (In Death, #24)
by (shelved 30 times as robb)
avg rating 4.40 — 34,130 ratings — published 2007
Celebrity in Death (In Death, #34)
by (shelved 29 times as robb)
avg rating 4.33 — 29,863 ratings — published 2012
Festive in Death (In Death, #39)
by (shelved 27 times as robb)
avg rating 4.33 — 26,680 ratings — published 2014
Midnight in Death (In Death, #7.5)
by (shelved 26 times as robb)
avg rating 4.22 — 24,055 ratings — published 1998
Calculated in Death (In Death, #36)
by (shelved 25 times as robb)
avg rating 4.30 — 28,283 ratings — published 2013
Concealed in Death (In Death, #38)
by (shelved 24 times as robb)
avg rating 4.32 — 27,176 ratings — published 2014
Brotherhood in Death (In Death, #42)
by (shelved 22 times as robb)
avg rating 4.41 — 30,183 ratings — published 2016
Thankless in Death (In Death, #37)
by (shelved 22 times as robb)
avg rating 4.36 — 27,217 ratings — published 2013
Echoes in Death (In Death, #44)
by (shelved 21 times as robb)
avg rating 4.43 — 27,563 ratings — published 2017
Devoted in Death (In Death, #41)
by (shelved 21 times as robb)
avg rating 4.41 — 24,654 ratings — published 2015
Obsession in Death (In Death, #40)
by (shelved 20 times as robb)
avg rating 4.38 — 26,667 ratings — published 2015
Leverage in Death (In Death, #47)
by (shelved 20 times as robb)
avg rating 4.39 — 23,918 ratings — published 2018
Apprentice in Death (In Death, #43)
by (shelved 20 times as robb)
avg rating 4.45 — 27,224 ratings — published 2016
Secrets in Death (In Death, #45)
by (shelved 19 times as robb)
avg rating 4.33 — 25,593 ratings — published 2017
Connections in Death (In Death, #48)
by (shelved 18 times as robb)
avg rating 4.32 — 24,346 ratings — published 2019
Dark in Death (In Death, #46)
by (shelved 18 times as robb)
avg rating 4.31 — 25,295 ratings — published 2018
Golden in Death (In Death, #50)
by (shelved 16 times as robb)
avg rating 4.38 — 27,183 ratings — published 2020
“Chivalry looks good on you, ma'alor," he said, brushing a dark curl out of Robb's face. "And I hate that I like it."
"Your flattery will only get you so far," Robb joked, trying to grin, but it turned sour and bitter. "I like you, but I have no right to say that. For what my mother did--for what I did. But...if there was a way for you to forgive me, no matter how long it takes, would you let me? Will you let me try to be worthy of you?"
The question took Jax by surprise.
He sat back, quite unable to find a response.
I've seen you stars, he wanted to say, and this is impossible.
All his life he'd thought that all fates flowed in a continuous, never-ending river, but now the current was disrupted, the path unsettled. They had changed the stars, and he was falling in love with a boy who should have died.
Robb shifted, uncomfortable. "Or--or if you don't feel the same way--"
"I'm sorry," Jax began, but when he looked into Robb's eyes, there were tears there. Alarmed, he quickly added, "No, no! That's not what I meant! I don't mean--"
"I knew you wouldn't. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Tears curved down Robb's cheeks, and almost exasperated, Jax wiped them away.
"I can't LIE, you insufferable Ironblood," he chided. "I'm apologizing because I can't forgive you right now, but that doesn't mean I don't want to kiss you, ma'alor. And it doesn't mean I don't like you. I do. I like you, but do you really want ME? Someone who can't touch other people? That's my reality. I'll never kiss you without seeing your fate. I'll never touch you without seeing how you'll die. Am I someone you could be happy with?"
Robb's brow furrowed. "Screw fate. I'll tear down the stars for you."
For HIM? Even though Jax had to wear gloves, and could never brush his lips against Robb's jawline without seeing the stars, never kiss Robb's ears, or traced the lines of his body, or feel the heat that pulsed just beneath his skin, hot and red and wanting. Jax felt his throat tighten as tears pooled at the edges of his eyes. He didn't cry. He never cried.
Robb took Jax's hand, and kissed his gloved knuckles. "And lucky for you," Robb added, "I'm not planning to ever die, so you don't have to worry about my stars."
He laughed. "You make being mad at you hard, ma'alor."
"I plan on making it impossible," replied Robb, and raised an eyebrow. "What does ma'alor mean?"
Jax chewed on his bottom lip. 'It means..." But he couldn't bear that sort of embarrassment, so he simply leaned into the Ironblood and kissed him. Savoring the moment, the unknowingness of it all.
Until new images came flooding across his senses like a wave of darkness across the stars.”
― Heart of Iron
"Your flattery will only get you so far," Robb joked, trying to grin, but it turned sour and bitter. "I like you, but I have no right to say that. For what my mother did--for what I did. But...if there was a way for you to forgive me, no matter how long it takes, would you let me? Will you let me try to be worthy of you?"
The question took Jax by surprise.
He sat back, quite unable to find a response.
I've seen you stars, he wanted to say, and this is impossible.
All his life he'd thought that all fates flowed in a continuous, never-ending river, but now the current was disrupted, the path unsettled. They had changed the stars, and he was falling in love with a boy who should have died.
Robb shifted, uncomfortable. "Or--or if you don't feel the same way--"
"I'm sorry," Jax began, but when he looked into Robb's eyes, there were tears there. Alarmed, he quickly added, "No, no! That's not what I meant! I don't mean--"
"I knew you wouldn't. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Tears curved down Robb's cheeks, and almost exasperated, Jax wiped them away.
"I can't LIE, you insufferable Ironblood," he chided. "I'm apologizing because I can't forgive you right now, but that doesn't mean I don't want to kiss you, ma'alor. And it doesn't mean I don't like you. I do. I like you, but do you really want ME? Someone who can't touch other people? That's my reality. I'll never kiss you without seeing your fate. I'll never touch you without seeing how you'll die. Am I someone you could be happy with?"
Robb's brow furrowed. "Screw fate. I'll tear down the stars for you."
For HIM? Even though Jax had to wear gloves, and could never brush his lips against Robb's jawline without seeing the stars, never kiss Robb's ears, or traced the lines of his body, or feel the heat that pulsed just beneath his skin, hot and red and wanting. Jax felt his throat tighten as tears pooled at the edges of his eyes. He didn't cry. He never cried.
Robb took Jax's hand, and kissed his gloved knuckles. "And lucky for you," Robb added, "I'm not planning to ever die, so you don't have to worry about my stars."
He laughed. "You make being mad at you hard, ma'alor."
"I plan on making it impossible," replied Robb, and raised an eyebrow. "What does ma'alor mean?"
Jax chewed on his bottom lip. 'It means..." But he couldn't bear that sort of embarrassment, so he simply leaned into the Ironblood and kissed him. Savoring the moment, the unknowingness of it all.
Until new images came flooding across his senses like a wave of darkness across the stars.”
― Heart of Iron
“But then jJax said, "Yet don't we always go looking for danger?"
"And we have a Metal to save," Robb added.
Talle shook her head. "Who is now a brainwashed murdering robot who wants to KILL us."
"But he didn't," Ana argued, painfully aware of the wound in her stomach. If he had wanted to kill her, he could have. He knew how. She didn't tell them what Di had whispered before he plunged the blade into her, wishing to have let her burn. That was not Di. So, she kept it to herself, a secret between her and her new scars. And that means the HIVE didn't take everything. The HIVE WON'T take everything. The Iron Kingdom isn't mine--it's ours. We're the outcasts, the rebels, the refugees--"
"And the royalty," said Jax.
"And the royalty," she agreed. "We're part of the Iron Kingdom. We're the parts no one remembers, so they'll never see us coming. Who's with me?"
Jax and Robb raised their hands without hesitation, and then Lenda, and Talle. The captain pursed her lips, blinking the stray tears out of her eyes, and then she nodded because Ana knew she just wanted to keep her safe--but now it was Ana's turn to save people.
"To the ends of the universe, darling," Siege finally replied.
Ana's heart swelled. She held tightly to Di's memory core, a lifeline glowing with hope in the dark. Once, she had not known who she could be without Di, and once she couldn't have fathomed the thought. But now she knew she carried Di with her, and Barger, and Wick, and Riggs--and Siege, and Talle, and Lenda and Robb and Jax, and Machivalle and Wynn, and Viera, and her late parents and lost brothers, tucked within the steady thrum of her heart. They were the sum of her parts that made her whole.
She was Ananke Armorov. She was the heir to the Iron Kingdom. She was a girl born in fire and raised in the stars, and she would burn against the darkness--and drive it away.”
― Heart of Iron
"And we have a Metal to save," Robb added.
Talle shook her head. "Who is now a brainwashed murdering robot who wants to KILL us."
"But he didn't," Ana argued, painfully aware of the wound in her stomach. If he had wanted to kill her, he could have. He knew how. She didn't tell them what Di had whispered before he plunged the blade into her, wishing to have let her burn. That was not Di. So, she kept it to herself, a secret between her and her new scars. And that means the HIVE didn't take everything. The HIVE WON'T take everything. The Iron Kingdom isn't mine--it's ours. We're the outcasts, the rebels, the refugees--"
"And the royalty," said Jax.
"And the royalty," she agreed. "We're part of the Iron Kingdom. We're the parts no one remembers, so they'll never see us coming. Who's with me?"
Jax and Robb raised their hands without hesitation, and then Lenda, and Talle. The captain pursed her lips, blinking the stray tears out of her eyes, and then she nodded because Ana knew she just wanted to keep her safe--but now it was Ana's turn to save people.
"To the ends of the universe, darling," Siege finally replied.
Ana's heart swelled. She held tightly to Di's memory core, a lifeline glowing with hope in the dark. Once, she had not known who she could be without Di, and once she couldn't have fathomed the thought. But now she knew she carried Di with her, and Barger, and Wick, and Riggs--and Siege, and Talle, and Lenda and Robb and Jax, and Machivalle and Wynn, and Viera, and her late parents and lost brothers, tucked within the steady thrum of her heart. They were the sum of her parts that made her whole.
She was Ananke Armorov. She was the heir to the Iron Kingdom. She was a girl born in fire and raised in the stars, and she would burn against the darkness--and drive it away.”
― Heart of Iron
