You have to be compelled to write. If you’re not, nothing else that you do matters.

Nothing like watching your relatives fight, I always say.

My brother broke into a toothy grin. "Yay! Your brain works!

Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.

Artemis smiled. "You have done well, my lieutenant. You have made me proud, and all those Hunters who perished in my service will never be forgotten. They will achieve Elysium, I am sure." She glared pointedly at Hades. He shrugged. "Probably." Artemis glared at him some more. Okay," Hades grumbled. "I'll streamline their application process.

You do know how to play pinochle?" Mr. D eyed me suspiciously. "I'm afraid not," I said. "I'm afraid not, sir," he said. "Well," he told me, "it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules.

You both should feel honored.” “Right, very honored,” I said. “Always wanted to be possessed!