Because February 11 is also Thomas Edison’s birthday, my parents used to say I brought light into their world. But my parents were both writers and prone to exaggeration. My father was a journalist; my mother wrote short stories and created crossword puzzles and double acrostics. My younger broth...
The Sign of the Trickster 7. The Sign of the TricksterThe torrent of snow engulfed walls and tombstones, casting spumes of ice into the air at every impact. Ahead of them was the steep bank of snow piled up against the outer wall.“Go! Go!” yelled Thor, waving them on. “I’ll get the skis!”Greg, Le...
He wrinkled his nose. “There can’t be more than a couple of drops in there.” “What use can it be?” Idas asked. “They needed the whole jar to raise up Kentauros.” “Yes, but he’d been dead for centuries,” Admetus reminded them. “Alcestis is newly dead. This might be enough.” Lynceus squinted at Jas...
BANQUET OF THE DOOMEDLewis pushed the book back into his bag. “If you think I’m going in there by myself,” he said, “you’re off your head.”The boys could not have been more shocked if they’d come home to find Godzilla sitting on the roof, picking his teeth with the TV aerial.There was no mistakin...