How was I to know your pet was a god-killer? What kind of idiot ties herself down to one of his kind? (Dionysus) Well, gee, what was I supposed to do? Hook up with Mr. All-powerful God-killer or get myself a Mardi Gras float and hang out with him? (She pointed to Camulus, who looked extremely offended by her comment.) Youโre such a moron. No wonder youโre the patron god of drunken frat boys. (Artemis)
Sherrilyn KenyonAh, man. (Talon) What? (Wulf) Frigginโ Fabio alert. (Talon) Hey, youโre not too far from the mark either, blondie. (Wulf) Bite me, Viking. (Talon)
Sherrilyn KenyonPlease nothing, sheโs a vicious piranha. She looks all cute and cuddly, then she opens that mouth and lets loose so much venom she could double as a nest of scorpions. (Leo)
Sherrilyn KenyonThank you, Shay. (Syn) For what? (Shahara) For looking into the eyes of nothing and seeing a man you could love. (Syn)
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