Finally, a human man saw me as intensely valuable. Just my luck he was happily married and thought I was a freak.

Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror. "Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.

The god entered some women so completely that they became immortal, or very close to it. Bacchus was the god of the grape, of course, so bars are very interesting to maenads. In fact, so interesting that they don't like other creatures of darkness becoming involved. Maenads consider that the violence sparked by the consumption of alcohol belongs to them; that's what they feed off, now that no one formally worships their god. And they are attracted to pride.

The average woman would not be pondering how fast her date could kill her, but I’ll never be an average woman.

Don’t go looking for trouble; it’s already looking for you.

Following Simon's adventures is like being the pinball in an especially antic game, but it's well worth the wear and tear.

I certainly think we're going to see more and more graphic novels and more illustrated novels.