“Music is undescribable, and no words can be said to understand it. The only way to understand it is to hear it.”

“What up Brit-Boy?""I was just wondering," he said,"about the significance of your canine collar."Why was the collar such a big deal? Back home, half the girls wore them. "It was a gift from someone with twice the cojones you have."He raised his eyebrows. "You only have the data to validate half of that statement," he said, letting his legs fall apart and glancing downward. "But that could be corrected.”

“I pulled the phone toward me and punched in the number of the sheriff's office in Flat Mesa. The deputy at the desk put me straight through. The phone made a couple of clicks, and then the sheriff's voice sounded in my ear."Jones," he said. Dark, biting, laconic."Hey, Nash. It's Janet."There was a long silence."Fuck," Nash Jones said clearly, and he hung up on me.”

“Demitri sent for a tray of hot, fresh coffee with four cups. the waiter who brought it tried to look into the room to see what they were doing but Demitri grabbed the tray and slammed the door."He probably thinks we're having an orgy," Demitri said as he set down the tray."An orgy with coffee?" Andreas asked."He has a vivid imagination.”

“Hey, senorita, want to throw back some margaritas with me?"Maya gave him a scornful look as only Maya could. "Who the hell are you?""Your dream come true, sweetheart.""I might puke." Maya shoved past him, her toolbox just missing his groin. "It's too early in the morning for assholes.”

“Archaeology profs aren't supernatural minions of a vengeful goddess," Patricia pointed out."Want to bet?”

“The world would be a better place for man, if man were not in it.”