Floriel’s eyes were gold, her hair silver, and her features so fine, Jack thought they should be chiseled in marble: paint and canvas would be too temporary. Her smile made him ache. Braless, she wore a bright pink t-shirt several sizes too small that proclaimed her the World’s Greatest Grandmother...
“Hurry, Atalanta,” Hermes said. “You’ll never outrun the suitors your father has gathered if you can’t keep pace.” Silver wings flapped casually on his heels, while another pair on his golden helmet suspended him inches above the asphalt jogging path. He glided a few feet in front of his running partner...
I have it bad for la chica bonita. Go figure. I live in Minnesota. I’m as Nordic as Nordic gets. I come from that ancient genetic factory somewhere north of Oslo that makes ’em tall, broad, and strawberry-blonde, with a beard you could hide a battle-axe in. In school they called me...
Badger: Okay, I’ve seen it. But rather than comment on it at any length, I’m just going to toss out a topic question. Why was Captain America: The First Avenger such a great movie, while most of the Marvel products since then...
