I Guessed His Name Was Face Of

I Turned And Faced The Olympians. "we Need A Shroud," I Announced, My Voice Cracking. "a Shroud For The Son Of Hermes.

That's What Happens When It Snows In Texas Lady. It. Freaking. Melts.

My Eighth Grade Teacher, Mrs. Pabst, Had Done Her Master's Thesis On Tolkien. She Showed Me How The Trilogy Was Patterned After Norse Mythology. She Was Also The First Person To Encourage Me To Submit Stories For Publication. The Idea Of Writing A Fantasy Based On Myths Never Left Me, And Many Years Later, This Would Lead Me To Write Percy Jackson.

She Reached Into Her Coat Pocket And Felt Two Things She Hadn't Expected.... One Was A Wad Of Cash... She Brought Out The Money. Leo Whistled. "allowance? Piper, Your Mom Rocks!

Love Is On Every Side, And No One's Side. Don't Ask What Love Can Do For You.