Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face.

How did you die?" "We er....drowned in a bathtub." "All three of you?" "It was a big bathtub.

I didn't answer, but, please - nothing is obvious with boys. For such simple creatures, they are quite baffling.

We’ve arrived,” Leo announced. “Time to Split.” Frank groaned. “Can we leave Valdez in Croatia?

As for my brothers,' Zeus said, 'we are thankful -' he cleared his throat, like the words were hard to get out - 'erm, thankful for the aid of Hades.' The Lord of the Dead nodded. He had a smug look on his face, but I figure he'd earned the right. He patted his son Nico on the shoulders, and Nico looked happier than I'd ever seen him.

I imagined loading the God of the Sea into a taxi and taking him to the Upper East Side.

Even from far away, I could see people being chased by hellhounds, burned at the stake, forced to run naked through cactus patches or listen to opera music.