The last time I'd seen the Minotaur, he'd been wearing nothing but his tighty whities. I don't know why. Maybe he'd been shaken out of bed to chase me.

Where's the glory in repeating what others have done?

Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brat didn't get himself killed and now he'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday.

And please God, grant me the wisdom to remember that I am writing for children, not golden stickers.

But yes. Come, faulty dragon people. Follow us.

We were alone in a strange mansion with a baboon, a crocodile, and a weird cat. And apparently, the entire world was in danger. I looked at Sadie. “What do we do now?

You put the Set animal in your locker? Do you know how much strength that requires?” “Yeah,” I said. “I was there.