Hope Survives Best At The Hearth.

Your Uncle," Poseidon Sighed, "has Always Had A Flair For Dramatic Exits. I Think He Would've Done Well As The God Of Theater.

Ever Had A Flying Burrito Hit You? Well, It's A Deadly Projectile, Right Up There With Cannonballs And Grenades.

Spontaneous Combustion Is A Form Of Harm, Mr. D," Chiron Put In.

The Next Microsecond, As The Water Erupted Around Me, I Realized Too Late That I Should've Brought The Entire Twenty-first Nome To Help Me.

Knowledge Of Any Value Can't Be Given. It Must Be Sought And Earned