All I Heard Was The Blood Rushing

A Surgeon Would Never Hesitate To Amputate A Rotting Hand, No Matter How Faithfully It Had Served Its Owner In The Past.

Ever Come Home And Found Your Room Messed Up? Like Some Helpful Person (hi, Mom) Has Tried To "clean" It, And Suddenly You Can't Find Anything? And Even If Nothing Is Missing, You Get That Creepy Feeling Like Somebody's Been Looking Through Your Private Stuff And Dusting Everything With Lemon Furniture Polish?

I’m The God Of Funerals. I Know Every Death Custom In The World—how To Die Properly, How To Prepare The Body And Soul For The Afterlife. I Live For Death.” “you Must Be Fun At Parties,” I Said.

Please Tell Me Your Master Isn't Aeolus." "that Airhead?" Favonius Snorted. "no, Of Course Not." "he Means Eros." Nico's Voice Turned Edgy. "cupid, In Latin." Favonius Smiled. "very Good, Nico Di Angelo. I'm Glad To See You Again, By The Way. It's Been A Long Time.

Sometimes Mortals Can Be More Horrible Than Monsters.