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

“What else can I do to piss you off? (Acheron)You can leave me. (Tory)I would never do that, Tory. No one can live without their heart and that’s what you are to me. (Acheron)”

“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)”

“So what do you do? Really? (Kat)Nothing. Really. It’s boring as hell. Artemis won’t allow me to bring anything here with me. No guitar. No Cartoon Network. Occasionally, I sneak a book in just to watch her wig out when she finds it. (Acheron)”

“If you leave here, War can find you again. What are you going to do if that happens? (Tory)Leave bloodstains on his best shirt. (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)”

“What do you want, Acheron? (Artemis)You know what I want. After all I’m the top of the Food Chain and you…you’re the Food. (Acheron)”