Bring it on, Pinecone Face!

Paul patted Mrs. O'Leary's snout. The living room shook —BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—which either meant a SWAT team was breaking down the door or Mrs. O'Leary was wagging her tail. I couldn't help but smile.

Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter, and he SERIOUSLY loved peanut butter.

Great victory requires great risk. -Hera

Amos sipped his coffee. The faraway look on his face reminded me of my dad. “I don’t want to scare you.” “Too late.

Apparently, word of the chicken man incident hadn’t spread quite yet.

I'll let you and Zia have some quality time," she told me. "Just the two of you and your coat.