This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don’t run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin.””Tell that to James Bond
I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.
You’re just jealous.””Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.
For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Then the bitch blasted me with her water magic, and I got over it.
You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised
Sometimes, humans were more monstrous than anything else.
What did you expect? That he’d send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you’re ever going to get from a Spartan like Logan Quinn.
All right, baby,” Daphne crooned.”Talk to Mama and tell me all your secrets. . . .
You’re late.””Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.
Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.
I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.
Be real. I’m going up against three of the world’s most vicious ubervillains. I have a very, very slim chance of survival. I have a better chance of winning the lottery, and I don’t even play.