My Name Is Carter Kane. I'm Fourteen

Don’t Judge Someone Until You’ve Stood At His Forge And Worked With His Hammer, Eh?

She Whirled When The Monster Was Almost On Top Of Her. I Thought The Thing In Her Hands Was An Umbrella Until She Cranked The Pump And The Shotgun Blast Blew The Giant Twenty Feet Backwards, Right Into Nico's Sword. "nice One," Paul Said. "when Did You Learn To Fire A Shotgun?" I Demanded. My Mom Blew The Hair Out Of Her Face. "about Two Seconds Ago. Percy, We'll Be Fine. Go!

Brother,” Artemis Chided. “you Do Not Help My Hunters. You Do Not Look At, Talk To, Or Flirt With My Hunters. And You Do Not Call Them Sweetheart.

Carter Pulled Out Several Lengths Of Brown Twine, A Small Ebony Cat Statue, And A Thick Roll Of Paper. No, Not Paper. Papyrus. I Remember Dad Explaining How The Egyptians Made It From A River Plant Because They Never Invented Paper. The Stuff Was So Thick And Rough, It Made Me Wonder If The Poor Egyptians Had Had To Use Toilet Papyrus. If So, No Wonder They Walked Sideways.

We Tend To Think Of Divorced Or Complicated Families As A Modern Invention, And That Is Not At All True. You Only Have To Read The Greek Myths To See Broken Homes, Widows, Divorce, Stepchildren, Children Trying To Get Along With New Parents.