“May the gods show their mercy... The Alexion would not.”

“A flower can't grow without rain. (Alexion)Too much rain and it drowns. (Danger)And yet the most beautiful of the lotus flowers are the ones that grow in the deepest mud. (Alexion)”

“So what name would you rather I call you? she asked as she headed out of the parking lot. Ias or Alexion. He gave her a devilish grin that set fire to her hormones. I would rather you call me lover. He wagged his eyebrows playfully at her. Danger rolled her eyes. Like all men with a onetrack mind, he was incorrigible. Don't blame me, Alexion said in an almost offended tone. I can't help it. You should see the way you fight. It really turned me on. Could you tell me how to turn you off? -Danger and Alexion”

“May the gods have mercy on whoever pisses them off, because Zarek and Jericho will have none for them. (Madoc)You’d better be glad I’m flattered by that. Otherwise I’d gut you. (Zarek)Ditto. (Jericho)”

“You’ve got on a white coat. (Ephani) Awesome cognitive powers you have there. (Alexion)”

“Get off me, you lard-ass, halitosis, flea-infested horror-movie reject! (Alexion)”

“I'm not an easy lay, Alexion”He actually smiled a real smile at her. It was charming and unexpected. "I am.”