Hope Does Not Leave Without Being Given

I Am Persephone" She Said, Her Voice Thin And Papery. "welcome, Demigods. Nico Squashed A Pomegranate Under His Boot. "welcome? After Last Time, You've Got The Nerve To Welcome Me?" I Shifted Uneasily, Because Talking That Way To A God Can Get You Blasted Into Dust Bunnies. "um, Nico-" "it's All Right," Persephone Said Coldly. "we Had A Little Family Spat." "family Spat?" Nico Cried. "you Turned Me Into A Dandelion!

You’re That Lady,” Leo Said. “the One Who Was Named After Caribbean Music.” Her Eyes Glinted Murderously. “caribbean Music.” “yeah. Reggae?” Leo Shook His Head. “merengue? Hold On, I’ll Get It.” He Snapped His Fingers. “calypso!

The Dead Aren't Scary. They Are Just Sad.

You're A Stalker With Hooves." "i Am Not! I Followed Her To The Big House And Hid In A Bush And Watched The Whole Thing.

I Past Another Telkhine, Who Was So Startled He Dropped His Lil' Demons Lunch Box. I Left Him Alive - Partly Because He Had A Cool Lunch Box.