Knowledge Isn't Always Good For You.

What Exactly Did You Find In Atlanta?” Frank Unzipped His Backpack And Started Bringing Out Souvenirs. “some Peach Preserves. A Couple Of T-shirts. A Snow Globe. And, Um, These Not-really-chinese Handcuffs.” Annabeth Forced Herself To Stay Calm. “how About You Start From The Top—of The Story, Not The Backpack.

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

I Headed Towards The Mountain, Which Was An Almost Irresistible Beacon To My Storm Self. It Glowed With Heat, Pressure, And Turbulence—everything A Little Dust Devil Like Me Could Want.

My Experience With Khonsu Had Taught Me Not Be Greedy About Time. It Was Best To Appreciate What You Had And Not Yearn For More.

I've Always Liked The Idea That Writing Is A Form Of Travel. And I Started My Writing Career As A Mystery Novelist For Adults.