I sailed on the cold air currents above the rooftops of Paris. I could see the river, the Louvre Museum, the gardens and palaces. And a mouse-yum. Hang on, Carter, I thought. not hunting mice.
Rick RiordanAnd if someone doesn’t believe in any afterlife?” I asked. Walt gave me a sad look. “Then that’s what they experience.
Rick RiordanSometimes she teased me that she’d eventually catch up to me in age and be my older sibling. Looking at her now, with that determined glint in her eyes and the confidence in her voice, I could almost believe her
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