“This was a bad idea,” I whispered.“It was probably the smartest idea you’ve ever had.”I rubbed my palms on my hips. “It’s going to take a lot morethan Thanksgiving dinner and a Christmas tree to get laid.”“Damn. There goes my whole plan.”

“Are you planning on shooting me for wearing your t-shirt?” I cocked my hip, daring him. I couldn't tear my eyes away. This was a very bad idea—I shouldn't have come. I was in deep trouble with the way my body totally disregarded me, snarling for his touch”

“I had to learn a new way of playing. I had to practice a lot, and just find ways around the limitations. So it was a bad idea to break my hand.You said you were doing a lot of cocaine. Did that affect your songwriting?No. I think it affected my breaking my hand.”

“Rule if this goes bad it’s gonna be so, so bad.” Her voice was just a husky whisper against my chest.“True, but if it’s good it’s going be so very, very good.”

“Christmas in the Underworld was NOT my idea. If I'd known what was coming, I would've called in sick. I could've avoided an army of demons, a fight with a Titan, and a trick that almost got my friends and me cast into eternal darkness. But no, I had to take my stupid English exam.”

“I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me..”