“He was my strength when I needed him to be, my friend when I needed someone to talk me down, my equal in a world where by law I would always be less than him, and honest to gods, he was the love of my life.”
“I just don't want you to feel that way, because I love you. I'm in love with you. Forever and ever, and all the corny things I can attach to that.”
“Gods were like possums.
You could go your whole life without seeing one, but once you found one of them, you found the whole freaky family.”
“As we walked toward the dean's office, he reached over, trailing his fingers along my arm. "Do they still react when I touch you?"
Heat crawled through my veins, and I nodded. The marks had followed the path of his touch. "Yeah, they still like you."
One side of his lips curled up, and a look of male pride crossed his face. I shook my head. Boys.”
“My jaw dropped open. “Holy crows…”
“There’s a couple of eagles mixed in there,” Luke commented.
"And a few hawks,” Aiden added.
I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Holy birds of prey! Is that better?”
“Much,” Aiden murmured.”
“Oh, that flipped my bitch switch from meh to pure “I’m going to cut a bitch” rage.”
“Oh! You're one to talk!" I whirled on Apollo. "Seriously? If I was to Google 'irresponsible sexual activity', it would be your picture staring back at me!"
Apollo made a face at me—actually made a face at me like he was ten years old or something.”
“We need a plan," he replied.
"Wow," Seth folded his arms. "That's a unique concept."
"Seth," I hissed, shooting him a look.
"That's okay," Apollo replied, smiling at Seth in a wholly creepy "hide your kids" kind of way. "When you least expect it, I'm going to turn you into a pink flower that smells like cat pee.”
“Her eyes narrowed, and then her hand snaked out again. I forced myself to stand still and let her feel me up, because seriously, she didn't appear like she was going to stop until she did. She cupped my cheek and placed her other hand below my breasts, between my rips.
"Umm..." I was really starting to feel wigged out. "I really hope this has a point, because half the guys are staring at us like they're hoping we're going to make-out."
Aiden coughed.”
“Agapi mou, you are my everything.”
“Karma was a bitch and a half.”
“Some people say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. But when life gives you one seriously ticked off god gunning for your ass, you prepare for war and you hope for paradise.”
“Alex, open your eyes. Come on, baby, open those eyes."
I really wanted to, because for him I'd do anything. Fight a horse of half-blood daimons? There. Tangle with ticked-off furies? Sign me up. Break a dozen or so rules for one forbidden kiss? Done. Open my eyes? Apparently that was asking too much.”
“Hey, I’m kidding. And I’m also curious why’d you do that. The sun rises and sets out of Aiden’s ass, according to you.”
“Hades will be here in twenty minutes," Apollo announced from somewhere way too close to the bed. "Either speed this up or pick it up later, kids."
"Oh my gods," I whispered, horrified.
"Oh, and I hope you two are being responsible," Apollo added.
And then he was gone. There was a muffled, hoarse shout from a room nearby.
"Damn him," Aiden muttered, dropping his head onto my shoulder. He shuddered. "Damn him to the Underworld and back again."
My cheeks burned. "A bell—the first chance we get, we are buying him a bell.”
“Okay. I’ll admit, I slept or doodled through most of my classes. I have no idea who you’re talking about.”
“Vegas.
I was in Vegas with a Titan who needed to get drunk and laid.”
“What is it with gods and leather?” I muttered.
Hades slid me a long look. “We make it look good.”
They did. Couldn’t argue that.”
“Poor Persephone." He stared down his nose at the god. "That must be hard on her if that’s what gets you off."
I wrinkled my nose.
"If her name drips from your forked tongue one more time, I will rip it out," Hades promised, voice deadly low.
Was his tongue really forked?
His lips curled up on one side. "What? You don’t like me talking about your wife?" He looked over at the three of us. "Is abduction as a means of marriage still all the rage these days?"
Seth arched a brow.
"Uh… no,” I said, shaking my head. "It’s really frowned upon.”
“Hey." I folded my arms, trying to keep my own eyes on her face. "Aren't you supposed to be a virgin goddess?"
A soft, tinkling laughing came from her. "Honey, have you ever heard of kiss and don't tell?"
"Have you ever heard of a bra?" I demanded. "Because I can see your... you know. Everything.”
“My uncle recovered first, stepping forward. "Are you okay, Alexandria?"
"Other than the fact I just spewed out two gods like a drunk college chick? I'm feeling fabulous.”
“Then he turned to Seth. "And don't think you and me are okay. It's great you're no longer Ares' little bitch-boy, but you're still a punk-ass.
Aiden snickered.
"And I hope your jaw really hurts," Apollo added.”
“And I was normally a pretty emotional person. In any given day, I experienced a hundred different things like I was trying ice cream flavors.”
“But it was Seth's decision, and it cannot be undone. And when you go topside in six months, you should find him and thank him."
I was actually going to hug and squeeze and love the dude. Then smack him. And then hug and squeeze and love him again.”
“Okay," I sighed, interrupting before a battle of wills erupted. "So we will have to scout the wall first. We can-Apollo!"
The god looked up. In his hands, the Newton balls knocked off of each other once more. "What?" he asked.
"What?" I shot him an annoyed look. "Seriously. Have you've never seen a Newton's Cradle before? Every time you move the first ball, it's going to move the rest of the balls."
"No." His gaze dipped to the cradle. "Gravity is cool."
"Oh my gods," I moaned, slumping in my seat. "My brain hurts."
Apollo let go of the silver ball once more, and then placed the cradle on the edge of Marcus' desk.”
“Sometimes I worry for you, Deacon,” he said, his lips curving up on one side.
“I ain’t who you should be worrying about.” Deacon jerked his head at me. “Little Miss ‘I Gotta Be A Martyr’ over there is the one you should be concerned with.”
“I think he was worried about pushing things too far for the time being since I was obviously rocking a first-class ticket to certifiable insanity.”
“It was so quiet you could hear a fly run into a wall. Everyone was staring at me like I’d just pulled up my shirt and asked for some beads.”
“The first things I saw upon dying were Persephone's breasts and nipples. Or at least one nipple, but there was definitely a nipple.
Something seemed wrong about that being the first thing I saw in the afterlife.”
“That was so Resident Evil,” Luke said, his eyes wide. “Awesome”
I cracked a grin, a little breathless. “It was kind of Alice awesome, wasn’t it?”
“Do you know, Sandy dear, all my ambitions are for you and Rose. You have got insight, perhaps not quite spiritual, but you're a deep one, and Rose has got instinct.'
'Perhaps not quite spiritual' said Sandy.
'Yes,' said Miss Brodie, 'you're right. Rose has got a future by virtue of her instinct.'
...
'I ought to know because my prime has brought me instinct and insight, both.”
“There had been certain romantic interludes in the past that had included galloping across the desert at night; but he had never abducted any woman whose enthusiastic support for such a plan had not been secured well in advance.”
“I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.”
“Reading is of course dry work, and further refreshment was called for and consumed.”
“The novel’s merit, then—or its offence, depending where you stood—was not that it was authentic, but that it was credible. The bad dream turned out to be one that a lot of people in the world were sharing, since it asked the same old question that we are asking ourselves fifty years later: How far can we go in the rightful defence of our Western values without abandoning them along the way? My fictional chief of the British Service—I called him Control—had no doubt of the answer: “I mean, you can’t be less ruthless than the opposition simply because your government’s policy is benevolent, can you now?” Today, the same man, with better teeth and hair and a much smarter suit, can be heard explaining away the catastrophic illegal war in Iraq, or justifying medieval torture techniques as the preferred means of interrogation in the twenty-first century, or defending the inalienable right of closet psychopaths to bear semi-automatic weapons, and the use of unmanned drones as a risk-free method of assassinating one’s perceived enemies and anybody who has the bad luck to be standing near them. Or, as a loyal servant of his corporation, assuring us that smoking is harmless to the health of the Third World, and great banks are there to serve the public. What have I learned over the last fifty years? Come to think of it, not much. Just that the morals of the secret world are very like our own.”
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