The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.
Wouldn't that put a twist in your toga?
The dead see what they believe they will see. So do the living. That is the secret.
Poseidon can come in too! We will eat you both! Seafood!
Americans are an odd bunch, but they grow on you.
She led the way. Eyeless sockets of the dead seemed to stare at them as they passed. "These are cool," Dan decided. "Maybe I could-" "No, Dan," Amy said. "You can't collect human bones." "Awww.