Antigoddess

The urge to fall [in love] was utterly new and made her [Athena] dizzy. He [Odysseus] could catch her and hold her up. She knew he could. If this is how Aphrodite feels every day, it's no wonder she's such an idiot.

This is what men risk so much for; this shiver, this acute heat and desire. This is what they think eternity feels like.

For the record I don't believe in Fate. I believe that the pieces have been placed. The ending hasn't been written yet.

The Mustang growled into reverse, aiming straight for the old lady. Cassandra would have winced, even if she had been the most evil old woman on the face of the planet. Even if she had been granny-Hitler, she would have winced at the idea of running her down. But the thing standing in the road looked nothing like an old woman anymore.

The blood inside her hands hurt and felt slushy, like if you tore them open it'd look like a red ICEE.

Fate was the only lesson a god needed to learn. It was their only hard limit.

And thus was their burial of Apollo, god of the sun.

I don’t either. It was just something to say. Anyway, if you don’t remember it, then it isn’t much use.” He gave her a piercing look, making sure nothing was flooding back. “Might as well call it ‘just a dream.

Gods are cold. War, killing, and stabbing each other in the back is really what we do best.

He was a god, he said, and always had been. Or at least, that was what they used to be called. What they were now, he didn’t know. It seemed like the wrong word when he was so limited, so much less than he’d been before.