I Think I Write For Reluctant Readers.

In A Way, It's Nice To Know That There Are Greek Gods Out There, Because You Have Somebody To Blame When Things Go Wrong. For Instance, When You're Walking Away From A Bus That's Just Been Attacked By Monster Hags And Blown Up By Lightning, And It's Raining On Top Of Everything Else, Most People Might Think That's Just Really Bad Luck; When You're A Half-blood, You Understand That Some Devine Force Is Really Trying To Mess Up Your Day.

I Guessed His Name Was Face Of Horror. I Wondered How Long It Had Taken His Mom To Think Of That. Bob? No. Sam? No. How About Face Of Horror?

After The Satyrs Filed In To Dinner, The Hermes Cabin Brought Up The Rear. They Were Always The Biggest Cabin. Last Summer It Had Been Led By Luke, The Guy Who Fought With Thalia And Annabeth On Top Of Half-blood Hill. For A While, Before Poseidon Had Claimed Me, I'd Lodged In The Hermes Cabin. Luke Had Befriended Me...and Then He'd Tried To Kill Me.

I Don’t Define Myself By The Boys Who May Or May Not Like Me.

I Remembered The Myth About Andromeda And How She Had Been Chained To A Rock By Her Own Parents As A Sacrifice To A Sea Monster. Maybe She'd Gotten Too Many F's On Her Report Card Or Something.