Then Something Occurred To Me. "get Closer,"

Wha-what?" Her Eyes Fluttered Open. "nothing," I Shouted. "we're Being Followed By A Slaying Machine. Go Back To Sleep.

No Hero Is Above Fear.

All I Could Think Of Was That The Teachers Must've Found The Illegal Stash Of Candy I'd Been Selling Out Of My Dorms Room. Or Maybe They'd Realized I Got My Essay On Tom Sawyer From The Internet Without Ever Reading The Book And Now They Were Going To Take Away My Grade. Or Worse, They Were Going To Make Me Read The Book.

He Slung Off His Backpack. He'd Managed To Grab A Lot Of Supplies At The Napa Bargain Mart: A Portable Gps, Duct Tape, Lighter, Superglue, Water Bottle, Camping Roll, A Comfy Panda Pillow Pet (as Seen On Tv), And A Swiss Army Knife—pretty Much Every Tool A Modern Demigod Could Want.

In The Old Legends, Arachne Had Gotten Into Trouble Because Of Pride. She’d Bragged About Her Tapestries Being Better Than Athena’s, Which Had Led To Mount Olympus’s First Reality Tv Punishment Program: 'so You Think You Can Weave Better Than A Goddess?' Arachne Had Lost In A Big Way.