“Sheep. Looting. Cousins."Lucien cursed and got out of bed.”
“Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, for they are the true Messiahs - Cursed are the god-adorers, for they shall be shorn sheep!”
“It's your father's fault that the curse got placed and the place got cursed in the first place.”
“The apartment was merely a collection of looted, hollowed out shades of paint.”
“I just pulled a pretty big job and needed to hide out for awhile." "...Where's all the loot?""That, as my cousin Nord would say, is where my improvised lie falls apart." Artemis put two and two together and arrived at a very unpleasant four."You were here to rob me!""No, I wasn't. How dare you?!”
“In the king’s bed is always found, just before it becomes a museum piece, the droppings of the black sheep.”