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.

Desjardins was literally fuming. His tattered robes still smoked from battle. (Carter says I shouldn’t mention that his pink boxer shorts were showing, but they were!)

If somebody offers you Hapi pills, just say no!

We did all the standard camp numbers: "Down By The Aegean," "I Am My Own Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpa," "This Land is Minos's Land.

Don't stay in one place too long. It was the only way to stay ahead of the sadness.

Your destiny grows clearer, Jason Grace. When the choice comes again- storm or fire- remember me. And do not despair.

Tell the sun and stars hello for me.