Bound By Love, But Sworn To Kill.

You Make Learning Fun. Like A Children’s Book Or After School Special. Tell Me About Your…um, Athenian Women.

I’m Sorry Ma’am,” I Said. Really, I Had No Idea What Else To Say. I’d Spent The Weekend Caught Up In An Epic Battle To Save Humanity, And Now… Jean Shorts?

My Hatred Notwithstanding, I Had To Admit Dimitri Beli-whatever Was Pretty Smart

He Didn't See Me Looking At Him, But I Could Tell The Ceremony Was Having The Same Effect On Him. He Was Enraptured. It Was A Rare And Sweet Look For Him, Reminding Me Of The Tortured Artist That Lived Beneath The Sarcasm. I Liked That About Adrian—not The Tortured Part, But The Way He Could Feel So Deeply And Then Transform Those Emotions Into Art.

Look Who's Calling The Cauldron Black." "kettle. It’s A Kettle. Get Your Metaphors Right." "that Wasn’t A Metaphor. It Was A, You Know..." He Stared Off Into Space, Blinking. "one Of Those Things That’s Symbolic Of Another Thing. But Isn’t The Same Thing. Just Like It." "you Mean A Metaphor?" "no! It’s Like A Story...like...a Proverb! That’s It." "i’m Pretty Sure That Wasn’t A Proverb. Maybe It Was An Analogy." "i Don’t Think So.