I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British museum.
The baboon is driving,โ I noted. โShould I be worried?
How does Galdoila know about the reward?" i asked. "He reads the signs," Grover said. "Duh." "Of course," I said. "Silly me.
I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear _______Peter Johnson__________.
That is exactly how people beat Chinese handcuffs. They turn into iguanas.
I love Norse mythology - Thor and Odin and Loki - amazing characters.