Fascinating," he said. "Such maneuverability! How does the wingspan compensate for the weight of the horse's body, I wonder?"
Blackjack cocked his head. Whaaaat?

“Hera: Ohh, Thalia Grace, when I get out of here, you'll be sorry you were ever …”

“Ptah? son of ptooey? What is he god of spitting? i asked”

“Brother dear,” I said, “did your soul leave your body while Amos was talking, o…”

“La energía y la materia no se crean ni se destruyen.—Solo se transforman —asint…”