Jo

“I’m going to be exposed, aren’t I? (Acheron)
I don’t know. You planning on dropping your pants around me? If so, warn me first. I don’t want to go blind. (Savitar)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Acheron

“I didn’t even know he knew any mellow shit. Dear gods…is he ill? (Urian)
I don’t know. In nine thousand years, I’ve never seen him like this before. (Alexion)
I’m beginning to get scared. This has to be a sign of the Apocalypse. If he breaks out into Air Supply, I say we sneak up on him, drag him outside and beat the holy shit out of him. (Urian)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Acheron

“See how exciting Anthropology is? He’s a leading expert in ancient Greece. Now you should all change your majors so that you can ogle men like him all day long. Or better yet, uncover naked male statues. (Tory)
Was that necessary? (Acheron)
Hey, I live to recruit students for the department. If I can make you good for something, then by golly I’m going to do it. (Tory)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Acheron

“I don’t want any more insults. I’d like to experience three whole minutes in your presence before you lay into me again…and we really should make sure the tools are all locked up. (Acheron)
(He pulled the sleeve of his jacket back to look at his watch.)
Let me start timing… (Acheron)
(She opened her mouth to respond, but he held his hand up.)
Wait for it. We got two minutes and fifty-give seconds to go. (Acheron)
I’m not that bad. (Tory)
Yeah…you’re not standing in my shoes. (Acheron)
And judging by the ungodly size of them, I don’t think there are many people who could. (Tory)
We almost made it to thirty seconds without an insult. I think we just set a new record. (Acheron)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Acheron