Morgan Wolf

“No, no, kids. Wine is dangerous. I don’t want any of you to drink alcohol until you’re at least thirty-five years old. Even then, you should get a doctor’s note and your parents’ permission, drink responsibly (like one swig a month), and never operate heavy machinery while under the influence!”
― Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson's Greek Gods

“Fuck. Has Clive seen you?” I looked down at myself, nervous. “Is it bad?” He grinned and shook his head. “Ah, no.” He went back to cooking. “Make sure those wolves keep their hands to themselves or they may lose them.” “Is what I’m wearing inappropriate?” “For a South of Market club? Hell, no. I’m saying Clive’s not above pulling off arms if someone gets grabby with you.” He turned back to stirring the contents of his sauté pan. “Try not to start any species wars.”
― Seana Kelly, The Slaughtered Lamb Bookstore and Bar

“Yes, they would have done a rape kit. We’d have had evidence of who had attacked you.”
― Seana Kelly, The Slaughtered Lamb Bookstore and Bar

“KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO ASK. Percy Jackson, why are you hanging from a Times Square billboard without your pants on, about to fall to your death?”
― Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Singer of Apollo