I headed towards the mountain, which was an almost irresistible beacon to my storm self. It glowed with heat, pressure, and turbulence—everything a little dust devil like me could want.

The demigods have left for alaska," Stheno said. "They fly straight to their death. Ah, small "d" death, I mean. Not our prisoner Death. Although, i suppose they're flying to him too.

The first thing we pulled out was a lump of white gunk. “Wax,” Carter pronounced. “Fascinating.

Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.

Our baboon was going completely sky goddess - which is to say, nuts.

He was beautiful the way an angel is beautiful - timeless, perfect, remote.

I enjoy writing for both kids and adults, though I think I'm better at children's stories because I was a teacher for so long, and I know that audience well. The process is no different whether I'm writing for children or adults. Really, the elements of making a good story are the same.