You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

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

I'm crazy about you, Spartan.

Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.

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?

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

The band geek has liquor?