Aretmis gripped her bow. “Let us pray I am wrong.”
Can goddesses pray?

Tell me again, exactly what Dr. Thorn said."
"Um, I hate middle school dances."
"No,no. After that.

Little sister!" Apollo called. If his teeth were any whiter he could've blinded us without the sun car. "What's up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried!"
Artemis sighed. "I'm fine, Apollo. And I am not your little sister."
"Hey, I was born first."
"We're twins! How many millennia do we have to argue—

Brother,” Artemis chided. “You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart.

You must forgive my Hunters if they do not welcome you," Artemis said. "It is very rare that we would have boys in this camp. Boys are usually forbidden to have any contact with the Hunters. The last one to see this camp…" She looked at Zoe. "Which one was it?"

That boy in Colorado," Zoe said. "You turned him into a jackalope."

Ah, yes." Artemis nodded, satisfied. "I enjoy making jackalopes.

Apollo?” I guessed…
He put a finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.”
A god named Fred?