“Then the glow grew brighter: a holographic golden sickle with a few sheaves of wheat, rotating just above Meg McCaffrey. A boy… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“We only have one life, but we can choose what kind of story it’s going to be.” — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“Meg gawked. “He—he really is a centaur.” “Well spotted,” I said. “I suppose the lower body of a horse is what gave… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
