Oh, God, Shannon. You're blowing my mind." Clint's morning voice was rich with passion. I wanted to correct him and explain that it wasn't his mind I was blowing, but my mother had taught me it was impolite to speak when one's mouth was full.

What if all I'd ever known was how it had been for the past three years - me being an unwanted outsider in my own family? I might have turned out like Aphrodite, and I might still be letting my parents control me because I was hoping desperately that I would be good enough, make them proud, so that some day they would really love me.

Plus, according to my mother, memories change like people do, especially if there's enough alcohol involved-Aphrodite

I'm from a family of teachers. My father would drown me in the bathtub if my daughter didn't graduate from college. I don't care who she is or what she does. Just get the diploma.

We stand separate from the world because of our gifts. Never forget that, because you may be sure the world never will.

You need to check out his body using your super Spidey Otherworld senses.

Aye, wumman, if it's truly romantic, then it must be Scottish.