Lisa

“Later, on the night that she and her beloved were slaughtered, when her eyes latched onto the crawl space where she had hidden their heir, their future, the only thing that was greater than the two of them . . . she would have as her last dying thought that it was all meant to be. Whether the tragedy or the luck, all of it had been predetermined, and it had started here, in this instant, as the King’s fingers intertwined with her own and the two of them became locked one into the other, for eternity.”
― J.R. Ward, The King

“This is going to be a really long couple of months if we worry about ever little twinge."

"You just tried to throw up your liver."

"I did not."

So you were working on your pancreas?”
― J.R. Ward, The King

“The angel popped his already mile high collar. "She said she wanted the holiest thing in the house to do it." "She got holey, all right," somebody muttered. "Is that Butche's Bible?" V asked. The angel flashed the goods. "Yup, and his BoC, he called it? I also got a sermon I did myself." "Saints preserve us," came from the opposite side of the crowd. "Wait, Wait, Wait." V waved his hand rolled around. "I'm the son of a deity and she picked you?”
― J.R. Ward, The King

“Rough times." Qhuinn shrugged. "And I'm not interested in saints."

"Really? You're in love with one," Layla chimed in.

As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed.

"Damn straight I am," he said softly.

As the redhead turned red--natch--that connection between the two males became positively tangible.

Love was such a beautiful thing.”
― J.R. Ward, The King