Angela Piccolo

“They clapped palms and John dragged the other male off the snow with his good arm. Then they walked off into the night, side by side. It was almost, John reflected, as if they’d done this before— Murhder started to whistle a cheery little tune, and John had to do a double take. After a silent laugh, John joined in, finding a perfect harmony: “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” When Murhder started doing a hop’ita-skip’ita every third step, John Fred Astaire’d, too. Just two vampires, looking for the undead, ready to enjoy some good old-fashioned bloodshed. Besties.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“The angel passed by the row of brothers, and paused in front of Vishous. In a low voice, he whispered, “Who’s your daddy?”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior

“One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.”
― Krishnamurti

“Murhder lowered his head . . . and kissed her. Oh . . . wow. His lips were velvet on her own, all summer-breeze soft and slow as an August sunrise as they caressed hers. And she would have called the contact sweet, except no. His enormous body . . . his mysterious, other-than-human, incredibly powerful body . . . trembled, and that was what made everything utterly erotic: The subtle shaking meant he was holding himself in strict control, clamping down on his drive, chaining, jailing what was inside of him. There was a beast on the far side of his will, a wild creature rattling at the iron bars of his restraint, a force so much greater than she could understand. And she wanted the monster in him. The unleashed. The crazed. Against everything that made any kind of sense, she wanted him to devour her, master her, take her down onto the hard floor right here, right now, and pin her under his naked, pumping body until she had no thoughts of who or even what he was.”
― J.R. Ward, The Savior