The end of the world started when a pegasus landed on the hood of my car

Sorry we’re late,” Jason said. “Is this the guy who needs killing?

The horse seemed to bend time and space as he ran, blurring the landscape and making Frank feel like he'd just drunk a gallon of whole milk without his lactose-intolerance medicine: "Seven hundred and fifty miles per hour. Eight hundred. Eight hundred and three. Fast. very Fast.

Humor was a good way to hide the pain.

The forge looked like a steam-powered locomotive had smashed into the Greek Parthenon and they had fused together.

A weapon, I told Horus. I need a weapon. I reached into the Duat and pulled out an ostrich feather. “Really?” I yelled. Horus didn’t answer

I'm a teacher still, but with a much larger classroom.