Ever Hold Your Hand Over A Torch

And You, Percy, Are My Favorite Son.

All Of My Characters Tend To Be Montages Of Different People I've Met: Little Bits And Pieces Of Their Personalities Put Together.

Love Conquers All," Aphrodite Promised. "look At Helen And Paris. Did They Let Anything Come Between Them?" "didn't They Start The Trojan War And Get Thousands Of People Killed?" "pfft. That's Not The Point. Follow Your Heart.

It Is True That I Once Refused To Eat Haggis In Scotland And This Did Not Sit Well With The Local Population.

They're Lares. House Gods." "house Gods," Percy Said. "like...smaller Than Real Gods, But Larger Than Apartment Gods?