The Fomorians skittered backward, away from me, looking justifiably confused. I mean, really, how many human women actually run to them? And I was a human woman covered in swamp yuck, with wild red hair sticking out in matted hunks and arms flailing like a demented Bride of Frankenstein. I'd run from me.

Often secret desires as well as abilities surface in our dreams.

I like to think of birthdays as celebrating life." "Only losers acknowledge they survived a year and hope they cheat death again.

Oh for craps sake. You're not dying again, are you? It's seriously inconvenient when you do that." -Aphrodite

That's how Darkness works. It turns love into something bad.

Darius didn't have any trouble finding the Street Cats building. It was a cozy-looking square brick building with big front windows crowded with cat stuff. I made a mental note to pick up a little something for Nala from their gift shop. My cat was grumpy enough without her thinking that I'd been cheating on her (translation: I would smell like a zillion other cats) and hadn't even brought her a present.

But sometimes you gotta do stuff you don’t want to do.