My Resolve, My Anger, Even My Grief

Purple Light Passed Over The Paper, But Nothing Happened. "next!" Amy Said. She Was Sure The Man In Black Was Going To Burst In On Them Any Second. "whoa!" Dan Said. Amy Gripped His Arm. "you Found It?" "no, But Look! This Whole Essay - 'to The Royal Academy.' He Wrote A Whole Essay On Farts!" Dan Grinned With Delight. "he's Proposing A Scientific Study On Different Fart Smells. You're Right, Amy. This Guy Was A Genius!

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 Almost Made Me Long For The Flying Pig. --percy

The Taller They Are, The Longer They Fall.

Not All Powers Are Spectacular." Hestia Looked At Me. "sometimes The Hardest Power To Master Is The Power Of Yielding.