I Grabbed A Pair Of Glowing Red

I Have More Ideas Than I'll Ever Be Able To Write In Five Lifetimes.

My Name Is Percy Jackson. I'm Twelve Years Old. Until A Few Months Ago, I Was A Boarding Student At Yancy Academy, A Private School For Troubled Kids In Upstate New York. Am I A Troubled Kid? Yeah. You Could Say That.

So Few People Did Good In Their Lives. It Was Depressing.

How Does It Taste?” Carter Wondered. Zia Smiled. “stick Out Your Tongue.” To Answer Carter’s Question, The Tattoo Tasted Like Burning Car Tires. “ugh.” I Spit A Blue Gob Of “order And Harmony” Into The Fountain.

Tantalus Made A Wild Grab, But The Marshmallow Committed Suicide, Diving Into The Flames.