I headed towards the mountain, which was an almost irresistible beacon to my storm self. It glowed with heat, pressure, and turbulence—everything a little dust devil like me could want.

“Poseidon can come in too! We will eat you both! Seafood!”

“Artemis grit her teeth. "I need a favor. I have some hunting to do, alone. I ne…”

“The wand ricocheted through the swarm, thumping six, seven, eight of the little…”

“Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work- It demands everyth…”