“He took the spatula and smiled, and she headed for the bedroom, only stopping once to see if he was watching her ass wiggle under his shirt.He chuckled. Id have to be dead not to look.Im glad to se...”

“He rested a hand over hers. Ever since I met you, keeping it professional has been practically impossible.So its true.Which part?You could get in trouble for seeing me.He raised her hand to his lip...”

“He raised a brow at another abrupt change in the conversation. Are you disappointed I couldnt dodge a couple bullets?A real smile teased her lips as she lowered her coffee mug. On the contrary, Im ...”

“He seems like a good guy, but we need to focus on finding Nias killer, and then finish the theater. We dont have time for distractions. No men. Yeah, yeah, I know. Mel rolled her eyes. Inspiration ...”

“She kissed his chest. "Thanks for letting me into your heart." He tucked her hair behind her ear. "You walked in like you had a key.”

“The nine Greek Muses, awakened again for this generation of man and meant to inspire mankind forward in the sciences and the arts.”

“Icarus should have waited for nightfall,the moon would have never let him go.”

“You're not crazy." She was serious, no hint of a smile.He cocked a brow. "And how do you know that?""I cut hair for a living." Her dark eyes glinted with playfulness, easing some of his jacked-up n...”

“You should know by now that love is never a weakness, Ares. Love is the mortal worlds greatest strength.”

“Whether Hindus or Greeks, Egyptians or Japanese, Chinese, Sumerians, or ancient Americans -- or even Romans, the most "modern" among people of antiquity -- they all placed the Golden Age, the Age o...”

“The nine Greek Muses, awakened again for this generation of man and meant to inspire mankind forward in the sciences and the arts.”

“He twisted the heavy gold ring around his finger. It had been in his family for generations, passed down to each eldest child along with the family mission of once again ushering in the Golden Age ...”

“Stretch out your tongue and let the words drip on the world like savage shooting muses, never, never to be forgotten, if once fallen on earth, they stand in glittery defloration.”

“Why don't you come with me to the station? We can talk, and I'll treat you to a bad cup of coffee." "You make it sound pretty tempting.”

“I keep on going with this sad and hungry and sordid, this limping and mutilated story, because after all I want you to hear it.By telling you anything at all Im at least believing in you.Because Im...”