You Put The Set Animal In Your

I Keep Forgetting About Your Amnesia. Heh. Forgetting About Amnesia. That's Funny.

Lord Bacchus, Do You Remember Me? I Helped You With That Missing Leopard In Sonoma." Bacchus Scratched His Stubbly Chin. "ah... Yes. John Green." "jason Grace." "whatever," The God Said.

She Was Beautiful In Combat. I Know That’s A Crazy Thing To Say, Especially After We’d Just Climbed A Sewage Waterfall, But Her Gray Eyes Sparkled When She Was Fighting For Her Life. Her Face Shone Like A Goddess’s, And Believe Me, I’ve Seen Goddesses. The Way Her Camp Half-blood Beads Rested Against Her Throat—okay, Sorry. Got A Little Distracted.

I Tried To Tell Them That Things Would Be Okay, But I Didn't Believe It.

My Eighth Grade Teacher, Mrs. Pabst, Had Done Her Master's Thesis On Tolkien. She Showed Me How The Trilogy Was Patterned After Norse Mythology. She Was Also The First Person To Encourage Me To Submit Stories For Publication. The Idea Of Writing A Fantasy Based On Myths Never Left Me, And Many Years Later, This Would Lead Me To Write Percy Jackson.