Aeolus

"K.R.I.A

-He can kiss my royal irish arse, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. Any time he likes, tell him"

Hades

"I'll tickle his catastrophe"

Lotus Eaters

"He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower."