“Athena came to stand by her side. She reached out and ran a light touch over the read wrap. 'Nice dress."Grace frowned in disbelief. 'They're fighting to the death and you're admiring my clothes?'Athena laughed. 'Trust me, I pick my generals well. Priapus doesn't stand a chance.”

“Athena came into focus. She stood at my feet, looking down at me with a pleased expression. "He's mine now," she practically purred.I started laughing. "Grow up, Athena. Or get a therapist. Maybe there's a psychotic bitches support group you could join.”

“She frowned."You're not very friendly."I let out a short laugh."What?I'm not friendly to a ghost who floats into my house and starts touching me?Well,excuse my rudeness but this is a little disturbing.”

“Because I have no boobs. My ears stand out, and I have freckles all over me. (Grace)Boobs? (Julian)Breasts. (Grace)You have very nice breasts. (Julian)Thanks. What about you? (Grace)I have no breasts. (Julian)”

“He placed his hands on the sides of her face and looked into her eyes."You're not some woman I picked up in a bar, Chelsea. You're not a one-night stand. Don't sneak out on me.”

“I am standing on one side of the chasm, holding out my hand to you, yet you refuse to reach for me.”