I left him in his wheelchair, staring sadly into the fireplace. I wondered how many times he’d sat here, waiting for heroes that never came back.
So, yeah. Our cat was a goddess. What else is new?
Hi, this is Ganymede, cup-bearer to Zeus, and when I’m out buying wine for the Lord of the Skies, I always buckle up!
Sometimes it is better to have someone you mistrust close to you, so that you can keep an eye on him – Chiron.
And when demigods use cell phones, the signals agitate every monster within a hundred miles. It’s like sending up a flare: Here I am! Please rearrange my face!
Humor was a good way to hide the pain.
Damien Vesper Didn’t plan on killing anyone today.
But yes. Come, faulty dragon people. Follow us.
Felix believed that the answer to every problem involved penguins; but it wasn’t fair to birds, and I was getting tired of teleporting them back home. Somewhere in Antarctica, a whole flock of Magellanic penguins were undergoing psychotherapy.
Sometimes, it takes us a while to appreciate something new, something that might change us for the better.
Nothing like ADHD and a good fight to the death to make time fly.
So I took her hand, and I don’t know what everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a slow dance: a little sad, but maybe a little hopeful, too.
Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.
Chiron probably wanted me to say, Heck it wa nothing. I eat hellhounds for breakfast. But I didn’t feel like lying.
I wondered if Olympus had gone to a commercial break, or if our ratings had been any good.
That sounded about as likely as Apophis and Ra becoming Facebook buddies, but I decided not to say anything.
I thought she’d make some comment about the bloodthirsty gods chasing us, but when she finally found her voice, she said, “That boy kissed you!” Leave it to Liz to have her priorities straight.
We choose to believe in Ma’at. We create order out of chaos, beauty out of ugly randomness. That’s what Egypt is all about.
Don’t get starry-eyed about somebody you can’t have, especially if it blinds you to somebody who’s really important.
Our camels plodded along. Katrina tried to kiss, or possibly spit on Hindenburg, and Hindenburg farted in response. I found this a depressing commentary on boy-girl relationships.