"Confidence is ignorance. If you’re feeling cocky, it’s because there’s something you don’t know."

"Artemis glanced at her. Once. Briefly. He shouldn’t have. The sight of his friend dying almost threw off his count. And right now, the count was the most important thing.
Holly died without a friend to hold her hand. Artemis felt her go, another gift of magic. He kept on counting, brushing away the tears on his cheeks."

"I know magic can be stolen because I stole some myself."

"Never a dull moment. Hey, my first cliche,"

"‘Pink!’ We don’t have a word for that color in the demon common speak. Pink is considered undemonlike, so we ignore it. It’s such a relief to be able to say pink!"