You Sure You're Not A Roman, Annabeth?

I Come To Writing The Same Way I Come To Teaching, Which Is That My Goal Is Always To Create Life-long Readers.

Frank Tugged Again With No Luck. Even Hazel Was Trying Not To Laugh. Frank Grimaced With Concentration. Suddenly, He Disappeared. On The Deck Where He’d Been Standing, A Green Iguana Crouched Next To An Empty Set Of Chinese Handcuffs. “well Done, Frank Zhang,” Leo Said Dryly, Doing His Impression Of Chiron The Centaur. “that Is Exactly How People Beat Chinese Handcuffs. They Turn Into Iguanas.

But How Do We Even Get To The Land Of The Dead?” I Asked. “i Mean…without Dying.

That's Why We Live By A River. Occasionally, I Forget And Pat Lit On The Back--' 'i Hate That.' King Midas & Lit

But Yes. Come, Faulty Dragon People. Follow Us.