Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

I will destroy you. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it costs me. I won’t sleep, I won’t eat. I won’t do anything but plot your downfall. I will mow down your men like they’re weeds. I’ll kill so many of them so viciously, so brutally, so horribly that no one will dare to work for you. And sooner or later, I’ll get you too.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.

This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond

Two students severely injured, you yourself covered in blood, a Reaper on the premises, a Fenrir wolf running around loose somewhere, and extensive property damage to the resort. Well?" Nickamedes snapped. "What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?" I thought for a second, then grinned at him. "I followed your directions exactly. I never set one foot outside the hotel.