A World of Lost Words Quotes

“I think you two are secretly friends,” I joked, as Vidrol shoved Vale to the side to avoid a rotten piece of wood jutting from the wall. Vale shoved him back. I assumed in thanks.

“Me and that pampered prince?” Vale scoffed derisively. “Not in your lifetime.”

“I only associate with nonpsychotic individuals,” Vidrol agreed.

“You only associate with pussy,” Vale shot back.

“I haven’t associated with pussy in such a long time, I’m basically as nonperforming as you are. I might as well get a hut in the woods and start wearing unflattering robes and waxing on about how everyone’s fate belongs to the water while I howl at the moon with the rest of my weird-ass sector.”

“Everything flatters me,” Vale responded calmly. “And I performed to the hilt inside the very body you went celibate for, so I can understand why you now strive to be like me.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“Please don’t be so fucking grateful that we’re about to let you kill yourself again.” The words were dashed against my neck as he heaved me up higher, his nose buried in my hair as he breathed deeply. “It’s so insulting.” “I don’t know how many more suicides our pride can take,”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“You like me?” He smiled wide and wild. “I fucking knew it.”

“You all,” I finished, rolling my eyes heavenward. “I like all five of you.” I expelled a rapid breath, staring at the floor as I talked to the rug instead of them. “I like when Andel teaches me things. I like when Fjor’s power wraps around me. Worlds … I even like when Vidrol forgets that he isn’t surrounded by servants and starts ordering imaginary people to do things.”

“My thing wasn’t personal.” Vidrol frowned, interrupting before I could finish. “Everyone else got a personal thing.”

“I didn’t get anything”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“Just because you saved the worlds, you don’t get to be a smartass the minute you wake up,” Vidrol warned. “We started up a wife obedience school in Foraether and we’re not above sending you to it.”

“You didn’t,” I challenged.

“It’s in the planning stages,” he hedged, biting his lip.

“Come here,” I rasped, watching him. “Let me hit you.”

“My close friends here will never let you,” he said. “We recently bonded, and I have full confidence that they will protect me at all costs.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“I killed her pets!” Vidrol exclaimed happily, while the others just stared at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.

All of them except Helki, who just shook his head again. “Total psychopath,” he muttered. He raised his voice over the sound of Banshee screaming.
“Could you maybe put that thing outside?”

“He just died,” Vidrol defended. “Cut him some slack.”

“He’s screaming because he hates you,” Helki corrected, following Vidrol outside. “Even more so now that you’ve killed him.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“This isn’t the last night, and the next person to act like Ven is going to disappear tomorrow is getting an axe to the neck.”

“Typical Vold,” Andel muttered. “Jumping straight to an axe to the neck when a simple ‘please’ might have sufficed.”

Vale chuckled, drawing a few surprised looks. He shrugged. “I don’t think you’ve ever said that word. I don’t think any of us have.”

“Not true,” Andel defended. “Half a decade ago I asked you all to please die for good and leave me to eternal peace.”

“You’re right,” Fjor muttered dully. “Manners make all the difference.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“I’ll supervise,” Vidrol said, folding his arms and sweeping his gaze across the small clearing outside the hut. “As sovereign, it’s my right to stand by while people do my bidding.”

“How about you bid me to break your ass?” Vale muttered, stalking past him with a shake of his head.

Vidrol sighed, passing a hand down his face dramatically. “Not even my own brother can resist me.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“I jumped up when I saw Frey, but Bjern got there first, grabbing her cheeks and forcing her lips up to his. She spluttered, but he only caught the back of her head and dragged her against him, and she finally melted, her hands grasping the sleeves of his shirt.

“Yeah, no worries,” Sig said loudly, rolling his eyes. “We were the ones who saved you, but go ahead and try to eat Bjern’s face. That makes sense.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“We can put your friends in the tower,” Vidrol added, rubbing a finger along the sharp line of his jaw. “It’s only a matter of time before the Darkness tries capturing them and using them against you. If Calder fails to produce you, that’s exactly where they’ll turn next and the tower is the most secure part of the Keep.”

“And me?” I asked, my lip twitching. “Where are you going to put me?”

His eyes flashed dark green, his lids growing heavy. “On your back,” he said plainly. “On my bed. On my desk. Over my throne. You pick.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“They were no longer the big, bad, scary kings of the afterworld. They were wounded boys who had grown into angry, resentful men”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“I picked fights with them, because I was terrified of connecting with them.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“Aren’t lylle pigs supposed to be really intelligent?” I asked, as he caught a wing and then immediately yelped, rearing back to shake his snout. “Why do they have wings, anyway?”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“Goodnight,” he leaned over to whisper against my head. “But never goodbye.”

“Never goodbye,” I agreed, as two hands captured mine, pulling my arms over Fjor’s legs to rest against the man either side of him.

“Never goodbye”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“Vidrol had given up his harem, and then given up sex, the one thing he apparently needed to survive, without even blinking. He had filled my house with stewards he thought I would like, and asked them to take care of me in different ways.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“My hair, then?” he pressed. “I know for a fact that someone stole the length I hacked off, because it disappeared from your washroom floor the way things magically disappear from washroom floors, and I caught a braid that looked suspiciously like mine at a stall in the Hearthenge marketplace by lunchtime.” I was holding in another laugh, biting my lip as Vidrol’s emotions exploded out of him. His agitation had been slowly climbing for weeks, but I had never seen him this bad. He didn’t seem to know what to do with the energy spilling from his skin.

“Things don’t disappear magically from washroom floors,” Vale’s voice carried right through his chest and into mine. “They’re called servants, dickhead.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“Is it my eyes?” Vidrol pressed. “I’ve been told they’re like emeralds. Mortal women love jewels.”

“I prefer blades.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“I like having sex with Vale,” I blurted. Or maybe not. He froze. The sudden shock of heat in the way he stared at me tunnelled right through to my toes. He growled out a sound of desire that belonged more to an animal than an unshakable man like Vale.

“That one was very personal.” Helki was flexing his fingers, trying not to turn them into fists as he swivelled a dark glower to Vale.

“I liked sex with you too, Beast.” I applauded my own confidence as I managed to keep a straight face. “It was shattering."

Andel groaned, his head falling into his hands. “Tell me she didn’t just make a spinal injury joke.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words