The real world is where the monsters are.

The dead see what they believe they will see. So do the living. That is the secret.

I frowned. “You mean Set’s got, like, other evil gods on speed dial?

Sanchez looked at me and we locked eyes a second too long. There was nothing I could do about it. The signal went out. A moment of clear, silent hostility passed between us as hotly charged and unintentional as a thousand-volt arc through a squirrel.

He understood how dangerous oaths could be. But Leo didn't care. "I'm coming back for you, Calypso," he said to the night wind. "I swear it on the River Styx.

In case you're wondering, the underside of a sheep doesn't smell that great. Imagine a winter sweater that's been dragged through the mud and left in the laundry hamper for a week. Something like that.

We ran, plowing through another pile of peppers. [No, I didn't pick a peck of them, Sadie - just shut up.]