“Believe me," he continued, "I want nothing more than to smite her out of existence.But I can't.Not until I have concrete evidence."Smiting sounded good to me,but, as much as I hated it,I knew he was right. "Man,politics suck," I muttered.”

“Smite me? You think you can smite me? Do you even know what that means?I shrugged. "What do you think it means?" I thought I'd gotten it right."Nothing," she cackled, "Absolutely nothing because you couldn't smite me even if you knew what it meant.""Really? A minute ago you didn't think I could see you. How do you know what I can't do?"That slowed her down."Trust me, if I can see you, I can smite you." - Aurora to Peaches”

“I figured Henry might smite me if I went through your underwear.”

“Worship Me Like the Goddess I Am or There Will Be Some Serious Smiting." Jubilee”

“My notion of spirituality was different than it is now, but even if I'd been the most fundamentalist of believers, I would have assumed that God had better things to do than arbitrarily smite me with shaking palsy.”

“I knew you were a badass," continued Adrian. "But I didn't realize just how much until I saw you dropping guardians out there.""Does that mean you're going to be nicer to me?" I teased."I'm already nice to you," he said loftily. "Do you know how badly I want a cigarette right now? But no. I manfully suffer through nicotine withdrawal—all for you.”