I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.

Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.

What did you expect? That he'd send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you're ever going to get from a Spartan like Logan Quinn.

My name is Gin, and I kill people.