Humor Was A Good Way To Hide

I Missed Him So Much I Would Sometimes Turn To Tell Him Something Before I Forgot He Was Gone. In Spite Of All That, And All The Emotion Boiling Around Inside Me, All I Could Think Of To Say Was: “you’re Blue.

Ever Come Home And Found Your Room Messed Up? Like Some Helpful Person (hi, Mom) Has Tried To "clean" It, And Suddenly You Can't Find Anything? And Even If Nothing Is Missing, You Get That Creepy Feeling Like Somebody's Been Looking Through Your Private Stuff And Dusting Everything With Lemon Furniture Polish?

Um, Dad?" I Called "how's It Going?" "percy!" Annabeth Whispered. "we're In A Hurry!

The Store Had A Hand-painted Sign The Read: Moose Pass Gas. "that's Just Wrong," Frank Said.

I Prayed The Monsters Would Give Up. Or That Perhaps Philip Of Macedonia Would Climb Back To The Terrace (do Crocodiles Climb?) And Renew The Fight.