Well . . . sure good to be together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror. Oh, look. It's our floor. — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
I have a name,” I grumped, my stomach pinching me harder. “Yes, but it has no pizzazz. Ra-a-a-a-chel. Rach-e-e-e-eel,” he said, trying it out in different ways. “No one will tremble in terror at that. Oh my God!” he said… — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
