My fatal flaw is hubris. The brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches? No, seaweed brain. That's hummus. Hubris is worse. What could be worse than hummus?

I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British museum.

The baboon is driving,” I noted. “Should 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.