Reyna sent me to get Percy," Frank said. "Did Octavian accept you?" "Yeah," Percy said. "He slaughtered my panda.

I have more ideas than I'll ever be able to write in five lifetimes.

Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.

Teach you to try marrying me, you idiot!

And please God, grant me the wisdom to remember that I am writing for children, not golden stickers.

She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard.

You're a stalker with hooves." "I am not! I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing.