I Hate To Tell You This,” Jason

I Didn’t Know Baboons Could Drive Recreational Vehicles, But Khufu Did Okay. When I Woke Up Around Dawn, He Was Navigating Through The Early Morning Rush Hour In Houston, Baring His Fangs And Barking A Lot, And None Of The Other Drivers Seemed To Notice Anything Out Of The Ordinary.

Even His Hair Was Bigger—a Massive Globe Of Blue-black Frizz So Thick That His Lobster-claw Horns Appeared To Be Drowning As They Tried To Swim Their Way To The Surface. “is That Why They Named You Aphros?” Leo Asked As They Glided Down The Path From The Cave. “because Of The Afro?” Aphros Scowled. “what Do You Mean?” “nothing,” Leo Said Quickly.

Surfing?” He Asked. She Laughed, And The Sound Sent A Shock Wave Through The Water. The Wailing Faded To Background Noise. Annabeth Wondered If Anyone Had Ever Laughed In Tartarus Before—just A Pure, Simple Laugh Of Pleasure. She Doubted It.

Is That Me?,' Leo Said. 'like Me--having This Dream--looking At Me Having A Dream?

You Have To Be Compelled To Write. If You’re Not, Nothing Else That You Do Matters.