“I don't like the air," he said aloud. His voice was more serious than I'd ever heard it. "Please be slightly less ambiguous," I… — Kieran Wisser Copy Share Image
“The arrows shot right through the top of Hephaestus's desk chair, through the back and the cushioning and sank into the floor. "Hot mamala-jamala,"… — Kieran Wisser Copy Share Image
