“Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?”

“Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon.”

“Almost sure wasn't good enough. Almost sure, in my experience, is the shortest road to oh fuck.”

“God and Hell both damn it,”

“He'd pulled back a little, just with his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I an idea why.Wow. Oh wow.”

“Oh, dear me." Nathalie sank back down in the chair and examined her Uggs. "The sarcasm could've started dripping off her and stained the floor. "Is it conspiracy, treachery, murder, or open warfare? I'll have to choose my lipstick accordingly.”

“Death did not play favorites—He loved all equally.What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure . The god's voice—not quite words, just a thread of meaning laid in my receptive mind—”