At the end of the warehouse was a dais constructed from pallets of books: stack of vampire novels, walls of James Patterson thrillers, and a throne from about a thousand copies of something called .
Like your zodiac sign? Percy asked. 'I'm a Leo.'No, stupid,' Leo said. I'm a Leo. You're a Percy.
Jason hated being old.
Jason looked like her was trying to figure out an equation. "Let me get this straight. Your table ran away ... because you polished him with windex."
Your lifeline…oh, the burning stick. Right. Leo resisted the urge to set his hand ablaze and yell: Bwah ha ha! The idea was sort of funny, but he wasn't that cruel.
Ella is nervous," the harpy muttered from her perch on the railing. "The elephant. The elephant is watching Ella.
Hope," Frank grumbled. "I'd rather have a few good weasels.
The truth hit him. Jason wasn't quite Roman anymore. His time at Camp Half-Blood had changed him. Reyna had recognized that. Apparently, so did the undead legionnaires. If Jason no longer gave off the...
Ella, just stay here. Stay safe.Safe, Ella repeated. Ella likes being safe. Safety in numbers. Safety deposit boxes. Ella will go with Tyson.What? Percy said. Oh... fine, whatever. Just don't get...
Yes, Jason Grace." Favonius arched an eyebrow. "I fell in love with a . Does that shock you?
Pluto's pauldrons, Reyna cursed.
{Iris} squeezed his hand. Don't lose hope, Frank. Rainbows always stand for hope.
Would Grandmother scold him? Would she say, "Frank! Thank the gods, you've come. I'm surrounded by monsters."More likely she'd scold him, or mistake them for intruders and chase them off with a frying...
Jason muttered And I saw something...Really terrible.That was Hera, Thalia grumbled, Her Majesty, the Loose Cannon.That's it, Thalia Grace, Said the goddess. I will turn you into and aardvark, so help...
hermes has threatened me with slow mail. lousy Internet service and a horrible stock market if i publish this story. I hope he is just bluffing.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
The rain was pattering hypnotically on the plane's exterior.