“Medusa's lips split with that challenging smile, and for a second he recognized her somehow, he knew her on some primal level, the same way he'd recognized he behind the face of Brunhilde, the helmet of Achilles, or in hat… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Whenever he closed his eyes, he still saw her flying, fighting with ferocious genius. He still remembered that kiss.” — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
