And please God, grant me the wisdom to remember that I am writing for children, not golden stickers.

I whistled. "You have evil thoughts for a goat.

Athena always, always has a plan.

In person, if possible, Anubis was even more drop-dead gorgeous. [Oh . . . ha, ha. I didn't catch the pun, but thank you, Carter. God of the dead, drop-dead gorgeous. Yes, hilarious. Now, may I continue?]

Almost everything strange washes up near Miami.

And of course I'm in the press all the time. So many books have been written about me; Into thin air, up in the air,Gone with the wind-

Anubis frowned. He locked his very nice eyes with mine. “You’re not dead.” “No,” I said. “Though we’re trying awfully hard.