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Achilles and Patroclus and Bellerophon are all practically heroes as far as the city is concerned.
Better to be feared than desired.
Funny, but the so-called peace only seems to apply to those with money and power.
“I really, really would like to strip you down and spend the rest of the night enjoying each other. You can get back to arguing with me in the morning if you insist.”
Her breasts deserve worship, and I’m only too happy to kneel at the altar of her body.
Some might call them imperfections, but they just make her that much more real to me. A goddess, yes, but a woman made of flesh and blood. A woman I wish was mine.
Love is all well and good, but love doesn’t pay the bills and love doesn’t offer the kind of safety that comes with money.
She kisses me the same way she touches me; as if I’m something—someone—beyond price.
Offering your heart to another person on a platter is a good way to get it thrown in the trash. Or a meat grinder.
I’m warning you now, Calypso, I’m going to fall in love with you. Prepare yourself.”
“Promise me that you won’t bargain anything away for me. That if this person asks for something outrageous or unforgivable, that we’ll leave Olympus. Together.” “I promise,” I lie.
“This is the lower city. We don’t make a habit of murdering people who inconvenience us, and no one will be compelled to enter into any kind of sexual or emotional relationship if they’re not consenting.”
