Running with a drowsy child of Hades was more like doing a 3 -legged race with a life size rag doll.
The Last OlympianI was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread
The Last Night of the Earth PoemsBow down, I am the emperor of dreams.
The Last Oblivion: Best Fantastic Poetry of Clark Ashton SmithWe are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.
The Last SongSelf-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.
The Last Four ThingsI like being brave well enough, but I will be a lazy coward again if you think that would be better.
The Last Unicorn