No one's stopping you," said Jess. "But you've got to make it more interesting. That's why why we drift off and talk about biscuits.

YOU WILL DRINK THE COFFEE UNTIL I CAN SEE MY FACE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE CUP! I did not mean to roar. But it's a clay cup. I DO NOT CARE! He finished the coffee. You did not have to finish it, I said,...

Are you ever going to kiss me without swearing first?

Twenty she curses you out by lunch, says Chris.Thirty she kills you by lunch, adds Logan.I'm getting her number.The two of them laugh.

Would I laugh?Matter of fact, you would, says Zeb. Heart like shale. What you need is a good fracking.

I mean, here we are in LA. The home of celebrities. They're the local natural phenomenon. Everyone knows you come to LA to see the celebrities, like you go to Sri Lanka to see the elephants.

Peyton, I'm not married and you're not a lesbian. Think of the possibilities.

Does still run fiction?I have absolutely no idea, Melinda, he said, grinning.

Isn't he cute? That he thinks he has a sense of humour?

I'll always be your friend, he said. Your best friend, if you let me. But I want to be your lover, too. He groaned and shifted in his chair. Soon. I want to be that soon. Then a look came over him. Oh...

He'd never been shy, but he'd always been a little uncertain around girls. He just couldn't believe they liked him.

You dance?I think that might be overly optimistic, he said. I do something. I'll try not to hurt you.

A million possible endearments ran through his head. But he said, Help.

I mean, I don't want to pass judgment-I just wish my husband didn't shoot deer.Oh, Mel, don't worry. I've been hunting with your husband-the deer are completely safe.

The driver got out smiling. He looked about seventeen or eighteen, and for a second, I had the uneasy feeling it was Luke, my old enemy. This guy had the same sandy hair and outdoorsy good looks. But...

You're probably wondering: why were Medusa's kids a golden warrior and a winged horse? And how had they been stuck in Medusa's body all those years?Heck, I dunno. I'm just telling you how it was. You...

Anyway... she knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a horse who knows a goat who knows another horse

Travis: I didn't know they made permanent makeup. I looked like a clown for a month.Connor: Yeah. They put a curse on me so that no matter what I wore, my clothes were two sizes too small and I felt...

I wondered if I should start a small fire in Percy Jackson's sink, perhaps burn some bandages in thanks, but I decided that might strain that Jackson's hospitality.

Sam's phone buzzed. She fished it out of her pocket, checked the screen, and cursed. I have to go.You just got here.Valkyrie business. Possible code three-eight-one: heroic death in progress.You're...

Jason hated being an old man.

What's the best part of being in Hermes cabin?Connor: You are never lonely. I mean seriously, new kids are always coming in. So you always have someone to talk to.Travis: Or prank.Connor: Or...

Otis, I said.Shhh, he said. I'm incognito. Call me...Otis.I'm not sure that's how incognito works, but okay.Otis, aka Otis climbed into the chair I'd reserved for Sam.

- Out of my head! -I can't help it. You are transmitting your thoughts so condemned, that I feel that I must go sit in a corner and start wandering, whispering the name of Daemon again and again.

What in the fuck are you?

I brushed the curtain aside, scowling. Hadn't even spoken to the girl and I felt like a stalker staring out the window, waiting once more...waiting for what? To catch a glimpse of her? Or to better...

He seemed to be staring at the chain hanging from the ceiling fan. Seconds later, he confirmed this by reaching out and tugging the chain. Light clicked on.He tugged the chain again.Light went off.Oh...

He twisted at the waist and stretched out on his side. You're a bit crazy. You throw apples in people's faces when you're angry. You go off half-cocked half the time. It entertains me to no end. So if...

I had no idea what time it was, but I felt boneless and it would take an act of God to get me out of this bed. Or chocolate.

Whispers followed me down the hall. Ignoring them was harder than I´d imagined. Every Cell in my body demanded that I confront them. And do what? Jump on them like a crazy spider monkey and take them...