“So you've got no name?" I asked. "They couldn't think of one ugly enough?"The creature snarled, stepping over the unconscious policeman."Set animal is too hard to say," I decided. "I'll call you Leroy."Apparently, Leroy didn't like his name. He lunged.”

“Did I ever tell you that Alex loves you so much he got your name tattooed all over his body? Hell, he even got your name branded into the back of his neck.""They say 'LB,' Carlos. The initials for Latino Blood.""No, no, no. You've got it all wrong. He wants everyone to think that, but in reality it means Lover of Brittany. LB, get it?”

“They turned to Angel. "We will call you Little One," the leader said, obviously deciding to dispense with the whole confusing name thing."Okay," said Angel agreeably. "I'll call you Guy in a White Lab Coat." He frowned."That can be his Indian name," I suggested.”

“Lord, I never seen blue hair on a black woman before or since. Leroy say you look like a cracker from outer space.”

“It's him," I said. "Typhon."I was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like 'No, that's our huge friend Leroy! He's going to help us!”

“Telling some stories, Miss Leroy says, is committing suicide. ”