“I whistled. "You have evil thoughts for a goat.”

“Kids are baby goats. They're cute and they have redeeming social value. You are definitely not kids.”

“He's SO goatly.”

“Don't worry, goat boy. The milkman is dead.”

“I frowned. “You mean Set’s got, like, other evil gods on speed dial?”

“What was I up to, you may ask? I certainly didn't want to meet Monsieur Evil again or creepy old Lord Salamander.”

“Oh, dear Hazel.” Aphrodite folded her fan. “Such optimism, yet you have heartrending days ahead of you. Of course war is coming. Love and war always go together. They are the peaks of human emotion! Evil and good, beauty and ugliness.”