If my mom told one more story about how cute I looked in the bathtub when I was three years old I was going to burrow into the snow and freeze myself to death.
Her secret fear? Maybe she didn't tried hard enough.
Running with a drowsy child of Hades was more like doing a 3 -legged race with a life size rag doll.
Let the world honor you, my Huntress. Live forever in the stars.
Almost everything strange washes up near Miami.
The most dangerous flaws are those which are good in moderation.