Whoa, Boy, He Told Himself. Golden Rule

Terminus Sniffed. “i Guard Borders. I Don’t Kill Giants. It’s Not In My Job Description.

She Decided She'd Rather Die In Some Less Memorable Way- Maybe Falling Down The Stairs, Or Going Peacefully In Her Sleep At The Age Eighty, After A Nice Quiet Life With Percy.yes, That Sounded Good.

All I Heard Was The Blood Rushing Through My Ears, And The Distant Rumble And Crackle Of The Lake Of Fire. (and Khufu Scratching Himself And Grunting, But That Was Nothing New.)

I Heard Amos Yell, “for Brooklyn!” It Was An Odd Battle Cry.

Sugar And Caffeine. My Willpower Crumbled.