Kids are baby goats. They're cute and they have redeeming social value. You are definitely not kids.

Whoa, boy, he told himself. Golden Rule for Demigods: Thou shalt not Hokey Pokey with psychos.

Frank had decided that whatever his fate was, he wouldn’t worry about it. He would just do the best he could to help his friends.

Sometimes you have to lose a piece to win a game.

It's useless to lecture a human.

A telkhine was hunched over a console, but he was so involved with his work, he didn't notice us. He was about five feet tall, with slick black seal fur and stubby little feet. He had the head of a Doberman, but his clawed hands were almost human. He growled and muttered as he tapped on his keyboard. Maybe he was messaging his friends on uglyface.com.

I think kids will read more good books than we can possibly produce.