At the Feast of Fortune, she'll awaken, and the demigods will be cut down like-- like---" "Like our low prices at Bargain Mart!" Stheno suggested.

Oh, god,” I said. “Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?” --Sadie to Zia

Doughboy, we need to talk.” Doughboy opened his wax eyes. “Finally! You realize how stuffy it is in there? At last you’ve remembered that you need my brilliant guidance.” “Actually we need to become a coat.

The first thing we pulled out was a lump of white gunk. “Wax,” Carter pronounced. “Fascinating.

My goal in the classroom was always to make sure they were having so much fun that they didn't realize they were learning.

Do you think me cruel?” Neith asked. “Oh, yes, I collect the pockets of my enemies.” “Horrifying,” I said. “I didn’t know demons had pockets.” “Oh, yes.” Neith glanced in either direction, apparently to be sure no one was eavesdropping. “You just have to know where to look.

Writing is like a sport. If you don't practice, you don't get any better.