All of my characters tend to be montages of different people I've met: little bits and pieces of their personalities put together.

Imitation is flattery

Who's the other kid in the photo?' he asked. 'The sandy-haired guy.' Annabeth's expression tightened. Touchy subject. 'That's Luke,' she said. 'He's dead now.

Set screamed something in Ancient Egyptian. I was fairly sure it wasn’t a compliment. “I will rend your limbs from their sockets!” he shouted. “I will—” “Die?” Carter suggested.

So Beckendorf was pretty popular?" Leo asked. "I mean-before he blew up?

Can we just call them storm spirits?” Leo asked. “Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks.

I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear _______Peter Johnson__________.