Why are they so sad?” I asked. “Well, they’re dead,” Carter speculated.
I am never, ever, going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.
I heard Amos yell, “For Brooklyn!” It was an odd battle cry.
His lion and hippo legs twitched. I wondered if netherworld monsters dreamed of chasing rabbits.
Sometimes wisdom came from strange places, even from giant teenaged goldfish.
What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.