That’s Right, Sadie. For Our First Real

Big Brothers Are The Ones Who Are Supposed To Pull Their Punches. Little Sisters—well, We Should Be Able To Hit As Hard As We Like, Shouldn’t We?

Makes Us Appreciate Blessing, Not Be Greedy And Mean And Fat Like Polyphemus.

Let The World Honor You, My Huntress. Live Forever In The Stars.

How Flattering,” I Grumbled. “my Soul Glows.

It Isn’t Easy Being A Brilliant Inventor, Always Alone. Always Misunderstood. Easy To Turn Bitter, Make Horrible Mistakes. People Are More Difficult To Work With Than Machines. And When You Break A Person, He Can’t Be Fixed. -hephaestus