Sorry,no Thanks,if I Was Going To Die

Sometimes You Have To Lose A Piece To Win A Game.

I Get Letters From College Kids Who Have Read Percy Jackson When They Were Younger Who Tell Me, 'i Just Passed My Classics Exam.' The Books Are Accurate Enough That They Can Serve As A Gateway To Homer And Virgil.

Twelve Minutes. I Can Give You That.

A Telkhine Was Hunched Over A Console, But He Was So Involved With His Work, He Didn't Notice Us. He Was About Five Feet Tall, With Slick Black Seal Fur And Stubby Little Feet. He Had The Head Of A Doberman, But His Clawed Hands Were Almost Human. He Growled And Muttered As He Tapped On His Keyboard. Maybe He Was Messaging His Friends On Uglyface.com.

But I've Never Even Been To Olympus! Zeus Is Crazy!" Chiron And Grover Glanced Nervously At The Sky. The Clouds Didn't Seem To Be Parting Around Us, As Grover Had Promised. They Were Rolling Straight Over Our Valley, Sealing Us In Like A Coffin Lid. Er, Percy ...?" Grover Said. "we Don't Use The C-word To Describe The Lord Of The Sky.