Teach you to try marrying me, you idiot!
I grabbed a pair of glowing red legs.
My brother broke into a toothy grin. "Yay! Your brain works!
You..." The centaur's eyes flared like a cornered animal's. "You should be dead.
Lord Bacchus, do you remember me? I helped you with that missing leopard in Sonoma." Bacchus scratched his stubbly chin. "Ah... yes. John Green." "Jason Grace." "Whatever," the god said.
There!" Apollo pointed. "Long Island, dead ahead. Let's slow down, dear. 'Dead' is only an expression.