“The Park?" Gus asked skeptically, following him out of Kali's building and across the empty street. "The place with the homicidal poodle pack and creepy hanging goddess?”

“The Morrigan’s ideas of sport and mine varied widely. As a Chooser of the Slain, she tends to enjoy nothing so much as a protracted war. She hangs out with Kali and the Valkyries and they have a death goddesses’ night out on the battlefield.”

“He's going to try to take Megan!" I shouted, fury filling me and spilling out in the form of the manifestation. I raced down the hill toward the crossroad, the pack of snarling, jingling, horned hell poodles streaming behind me.Dane and his hell-poodles”

“I don’t know, man.” He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.“Ew!” I recoiled. “You smoke?”“Only when I drink,” he said, reaching for a lighter, “or when I’m seriously depressed.”I snatched the pack away. “These will kill you, and you don’t want that.”“Yeah?” he said sarcastically. “How should I get myself killed then?”“You could hang out with me some more,” I suggested. “I attract homicidal maniacs like mosquitoes, baby.”

“Wherever the title of streets and parks may rest, they have immemorially been held in trust for the use of the public and, time out of mind, have been used for purposes of assembly... and discussing public question. Such use of the streets and public places has, from ancient times, been a part of the privileges, immunities, rights, liberties of citizens. The privilege of a citizen of the United States to use the streets and parks for communication of views on national questions may be regulated in the interest of all... but it must not, in the guise of regulation, be abridged or denied.”

“Her parents had basically abdicated their roles as guardians and she was building a bomb. In order to kill a poodle.”