All Of My Characters Tend To Be

Everybody-even Monsters-needed A Little Attention Once In A While.

June Cackled With Delight, Muttering, "whoops!" As A Car Almost Killed Them.

Die,human! Die, Silly Polluting Nasty Person!

Your Uncle," Poseidon Sighed, "has Always Had A Flair For Dramatic Exits. I Think He Would've Done Well As The God Of Theater.

It Was If The City Knew About Percy's Dream Of Gaea. It Knew That The Earth Goddess Intended On Razing All Human Civilization, And This City, Which Had Stood For Thousands If Years, Was Saying Back At Her: You Wanna Dissolve This City, Dirt Face? Give It A Shot. In Other Words, It Was The Coach Hedge Of Mortal Cities- Only Taller.