“I love you too, Stark.”

“The bond between us was like fire- it burned and consumed, almost painful in its intensity. Almost unbearable in its pleasure. We clung to each other, mouths pressed against skin, body against body. All I could feel was Stark. All I could hear was the pounding of our hearts beating in time together. I couldn't tell where I ended and he began. I couldn't tell which pleasure was mine, and which was his. Afterward while I lay in his arms, our legs twined together, our bodies slick with sweat, I sent a silent prayer to my Goddess: Nyx, thank you for giving Stark to me. Thank you for letting him love me.”

“Zoey~ 'Listen to me, whinning about money and a scarf. Ah, hell! I'm starting to sound like Aphrodite.'Stark~ 'If you turn into Aprodite I'm going to stab myself.'Zoey~ 'If I turn into Aprodite, stab me first.'Stark~ 'Deal.'Zoey~ 'Deal.”

“It was like I was inside a fishbowl in the middle of a typhoon, and everyone else was on the outside cluelessly enjoying lovely weather.”

“People who are filled with hate don't know how to handle love.”

“Oh. Yeah. That does make sense.” Shaylin hesitated. “But I don’t know which dorm room is hers.”“Third floor, number thirty-six. When they shared a brain, they used to say it stood for their chest size. Isaid it was their combined IQ.”“Of course you did,” Shaylin said.“See, you do understand me!” Aphrodite said with fake enthusiasm.”

“Choose battles that you can win without losing your heart and your soul.”