“Well I ain't Dr. Phil, but I'm smart," she said. "And your shoes are cuter than his," I said, trying to sound at least semi-normal. "Yeah they remind me of Dorothy's ruby slippers, only mine are wedges 'cause I'm more fashion conscious than she was.”

“You make me sound like an arrogant ass," he said."Are you?""No! I'm just me.”

“No, Zoey."Heat sounded pissed.It's not okay here. Not for you."Well, maybe that's 'cause I'm not dead. Yet.”

“She turned her face to me. 'Can you tell I've been crying?'"For the gazillionth time, no. You look fine.'Shit. I knew it. I look terrible.''Aphrodite! I just said you look fine.''Yeah, well, fine is fine for most people. For me it's terrible.”

“Yeah, fucknuts, its you. You're me. To get into this place, You're gonna have to kill me. Which is not gonna happen 'cause I'm not so cool with dying. What is gonna happen is that i'm gonna kick your ass and kill you dead.”

“She's Magnificent," Darius said, smiling proudly as he vaulted the steps and followed Aphrodite."I can think of a lot of m words that she could be. Magnificent isn't one of them," Stark grumbled."Mental and mean pop into my head," I said."Manure pops into mine," Stark said."Manure?""I think she's full of shit, but it's to many words and doesn't start with an m, so that's as close as I could get," he said.”

“I'm here because she's here, and she belongs to me. ~Rephaim”