Gallows humor is part of having a doctor in the house. Deal with it.

— J.R. Ward

Gentlemen,” the king called out, “and ladies, First Meal is getting cold.” Which was the cue for everyone to head back to the dining room and actually eat what had been only studiously ignored up until now. With Payne safe and at home, appetites were free to roam once more. . . Although as God was his witness he was not going to think about what the hell that surgeon and his sister were no doubt about to get into. As he groaned, Jane tightened her arm around his waist. “Are you all right?” He glanced down at his Shelley. “I don’t think my sister is old enough to have sex.” “V, she’s the same age you are.” He frowned for a moment. Was she? Or had he been born first? Yeah, only one place to go for the answer to that. Shit, he hadn’t even thought of his mother in all this. And now that he was. . . He had absolutely no desire or interest to pop up there and announce that Payne was doing great, fuck you very

— J.R. Ward

Give me an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! What's it spell? HEAD FUCK.- Jane

— J.R. Ward

God, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.

— J.R. Ward

God, now she knew what decent men felt like, the disquiet before taking someone for their first time.

— J.R. Ward

Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel… alive. Awakened.

— J.R. Ward

He cleared his throat and reminded himself that if you pissed Her Holiness off, they'd need barbecue tongs to pick up your steaming pieces.

— J.R. Ward

He had been aware of the distance traveled by his heart, similar to the way a hiker became lost in the wilderness. A half mile out, and you could still see where you had started, could easily find the way back home. But ten miles and a number of forks in your trail later and there was no going back. At that point, you had no choice but to marshal the resources to build yourself a shelter and put down fresh roots.

— J.R. Ward

He (Quinn)put his hand out to his friend. “I’ll lay my life down for you. With or Without that piece of paper

— J.R. Ward

He swiveled his head towards Eddie. "Tell me how to get over to the Four Lads. Do I have to die again?" If he did, he had a Beretta on him, and he knew what kicking the bucket from a gunshot was like. Snore." Don't bother." Adrian cracked his knuckles. "They're not going to tell you anything. They can't." What the fuck? "I thought I worked for them."" You work for both sides, and they've given you all the help they can." Jim looked back and forth between the two angels. Each of them had the tight expression of a guy with a shoestring loosing up his balls." Help?" he said. "Where's my goddamned help?"" They gave you us, asshole," Adrian snapped. "And that's all they can do--I've already gone over and asked them who's supposed to be next. I figured it would help you, you ungrateful bastard.

— J.R. Ward