Why Are They So Sad?” I Asked.

Besides, You're A Cat. It's Your Nature To Think You're The Center Of The Universe.

I Figure The World Is Basically A Machine. I Don't Know Who Made It, If It Was The Fates, Or The Gods, Or The Capital-g God Or Whatever. But It Chugs Along The Way It's Supposed To Most Of The Time. Sure, Little Pieces Break Off And Stuff Goes Haywire Once In A While, But Mostly... Things Happen For A Reason.

Your Loved Ones Have Been Used To Lure You Into Kronos's Traps. Your Fatal Flaw Is Personal Loyalty Percy. You Do Not Know When It Is Time To Cut Your Losses. To Save A Friend You Would Sacrifice The World.

Charlie …" Silena’s Eyes Were A Million Miles Away. "see Charlie.

I Tell Aspiring Writers That You Have To Find What You Must Write. When You Find It, You Will Know, Because The Subject Matter Won’t Let You Go. It’s Not Enough To Write Simply Because You Think It Would Be Neat To Be Published. You Have To Be Compelled To Write. If You’re Not, Nothing Else That You Do Matters.