She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

Her hair is smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arms, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.

That’s Narmer with the spoon,” I guessed. “Angry because the other bloke stole his breakfast cereal?

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

Never seen Jason fly before," Percy grumbled. "He looks like a blond Superman

I just love family meetings. Very cozy, with the Christmas garlands round the fireplace and a nice pot of tea and a detective from Scotland Yard ready to arrest you.

You have a humming dodo bird," I said stupidly.