He scowled at Jason. "And please, I don't like being touched. Don't ever grab me again.

He was beautiful the way an angel is beautiful - timeless, perfect, remote.

I've always liked the idea that writing is a form of travel. And I started my writing career as a mystery novelist for adults.

You Titans are about as bright as my gym socks.

Doughboy," I said. "What is this scroll?" "A spell lost in time!" he pronounced. "Ancient words of tremendous power!" "Well?" I demanded. "Does it tell how to defeat Set?" "Better! The title reads: The Book of Summoning Fruit Bats!

Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls. Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls - bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too.

And now, Anubis, I find you in this den of iniquity, this morass of questionable behavior, this...this--' 'School?