“According to the date on Van’s driver’s license, he was seventeen. Somehow he’d looked a lot older when he’d been trying to cut my head off.”

“Asleep he’d been more of a temptation than she wanted. He’d looked relaxed and gentle.Inviting.Awake he looked dangerous.And still inviting.She would give the goddess credit, Artemis had exquisite taste in men; and to Tabitha’s knowledge, and according to Amanda’s words, there was no such thing as an ugly Dark-Hunter.”

“He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.”

“That man said he’d take your head too.”“Well, as to that,” Yoren said, “if he can get it off my shoulders, he’s welcome to it.”

“Leo could run pretty fast when someone was trying to kill him. Sadly, he’d had a lot of practice.”

“Man, first I’m shot, now I’m going to be a friggin’ zombie. At this rate, I’ll never live to have my first date or a driver’s license. Ah, gah! I’ve come too far to die a predestrian virgin. Bubba, you can’t let me die…I only have seventeen more months and three days to my sixteenth birthday! (Nick)”