Leo: I'm Almost Out Of Gas! Woah,

A Guy In Greek Armor Drew His Sword And Charged, But Slipped In A Puddle Of Pina Colada.

Can We Just Call Them Storm Spirits?” Leo Asked. “venti Makes Them Sound Like Evil Espresso Drinks.

I Guessed His Name Was Face Of Horror. I Wondered How Long It Had Taken His Mom To Think Of That. Bob? No. Sam? No. How About Face Of Horror?

Oh, God,” I Said. “sorry, Sorry. Do I Die Now?” --sadie To Zia

The World Was Collapsing, And The Only Thing That Really Mattered To Me Was That She Was Alive.