Orion brightened. “I have an idea.””Yes?” said Foaly, daring to hope that a spark of Artemis remained.”Why don’t we look for some magic stones that can grant wishes? Or, if that doesn’t work, you could...

How do I love thee? wondered Orion. “Let me see. I love thee passionately and eternally…obviously eternally-that goes without saying.” Holly blinked sweat from her eyes. “Is he serious?” she called over her shoulder to...

Exactly.

It’s not our talents that make us safe or dangerous, it’s our choices.

Ach, Hector, unser freundlicher Neandertaler.” – Helen Hamilton

Eventually we all must return home, Praetor. We must embrace our past, no matter how bitter and dark.” — Orion

Bellona has answered my prayer. She doesn’t fight my battles for me. She doesn’t guarantee me easy victory. She grants me opportunities to prove myself. She gives me strong enemies and potential allies.

Only times and places, only names and ghosts.

Who are the real monsters?

You know, Miss Holly, you look very dramatic like that, backlit by the fire. Very attractive, if I may say so. I know you shared a moment passionne with Artemis which he subsequently fouled up...