One the next corner stood a cinder block restaurant with a hand-painted sign that read CHICKEN & WAFFLES. There was a queue of twenty people outside. “You Americans have the strangest taste. What planet is this?

Aphrodite strikes again, huh? You're gonna be the best-dressed warrior in town, beauty queen.

Nobody welcomes a war - not if they're smart. But war finds everyone sooner or later. It's inevitable.

The gods need heroes. They always have.

Now, now," Bast said. "It's not so bad." "Right," I said. "We're stuck in Washington, D.C. We have two days to make it to Arizona and stop a god we don't know how to stop. And if we can't, we'll never see our dad or Amos again, and the world might end." "That's the spirit!" Bast said brightly. "Now, let's have a picnic.

Maybe if he did really well they'd give him some mouldy apples.

Love was the most savage monster of all.