“Do you want my input or is this just an angry tirade you need to vent? (Acheron)Both! (Kat)Okay, you rant and I’ll add my comments at the end. (Acheron)”

“I’ll take him outside and beat him for making my girl cry. (Acheron)Really? (Kat)Absolutely. Forget medieval, I’ll break Atlantean on his ass, and you’ve seen what a ticked-off Atlantean god can do. Makes Hannibal Lecter look like a crybaby. (Acheron)”

“It’s true, and I was really hideous as a preteen. Tall and gawky. I used to bump my head into everything. Still do sometimes. (Kat)You are my daughter. (Acheron)Sure I am, I can’t imagine you ever being uncoordinated. (Kat)Oh, I assure you I’ve nailed quite a few signs with my forehead. It’s a wonder ‘Exit’ isn’t permanently imprinted right between my eyes. (Acheron)”

“Okay, gimmi a kiss and I’ll go. (Simi)Not in front of the Hunter, Simi. (Acheron)The Simi wants a kiss, akri. I’ll wait all century. You know I will. (Simi)”

“What do you do when Mom leaves you alone like this? (Kat)I write romance novels. (Acheron)”

“Are we even now? Or do you want to rape my body as much as you’ve raped my soul? (Acheron)”