I Wrote For 10 Years Before I

I Feel Incredibly Fortunate To Have Had The Level Of Success I've Had. I Was Just Writing Stories For My Own Sons.

During Their Separation, Something Had Happened To Annabeth's Feelings. They'd Grown Painfully Intense-like She'd Been Forced To Withdraw From A Life-saving Medication. Now She Wasn't Sure Which Was More Excruciating-living With That Horrible Absence, Or Being With Him Again.

Is A Knife Evil? Only If The Wielder Is Evil.

Nico Danced Around Like He Needed To Use The Restroom. "does Zeus Really Have Lightning Bolts That Do Six Hundred Damage? Does He Get Extra Movement Points For—" "nico, Shut Up!" Bianca Put Her Hands To Her Face. "this Is Not Your Stupid Mythomagic Game, Okay? There Are No Gods!

Frank Imitated The Voice Of Vitellius: 'they're Wimps! Back In My Day, We Died All The Time, And We Liked It!