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.

Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

I hate to say this, but not everyone seems happy that you’re still alive,” Finn said, picking up on the glares coming my way. “You can’t please everyone,” I drawled. “And you know how much I hate to disappoint our dear friends in the underworld.

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.

I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.