The wolf stared down at me, paws still on my chest, its shaggy tail thumping from side tot side and spraying us both with snow. It seemed like...it expected me to do something. Maybe my mind was completley gone, because there was only one thing I could thing of right now that might satisfy it. I reached up en awkwardly patted the side of its head, since that was al i could reach. "Nice puppy," I whispered, and passed out.

It was better to know what people were really like than put your trust in someone who just wanted to hurt you in the end.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.

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

I know that look. What are you up to, Gwen?" "What makes you think I'm up to something?" The Valkyrie snorted. "You're breathing, aren't you?

You won't hurt me. I know you won't." Logan said. "How can you be so sure?" I whispered. "Because you're that Gypsy girl, and I'm the bad-boy Spartan. And I think it's time we were finally together, don't you?