Great, I thought. We just blowtorched a national monument.
A hero can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as he has the nerve.
Getting eaten by a giant crocodile was bad enough. The kid with the glowing sword only made my day worse.
Leo felt trapped. He’d once been stuck in a cave on top of Pikes Peak, surrounded by a pack of werewolves. Another time he’d been stuck in an abandoned factory with a family of evil Cyclopes. But this — standing in an open clearing with a dozen pretty girls — was much worse.
We’ve all got weaknesses. Me, for instance. I’m tragically funny and good-looking.
Sanchez looked at me and we locked eyes a second too long. There was nothing I could do about it. The signal went out. A moment of clear, silent hostility passed between us as hotly charged and unintentional as a thousand-volt arc through a squirrel.