Well, the gods just don’t like to give complete messages, do they? Plus Hermes is cranky, Olympus is on the brink of attack, and Morpheus takes Manhattan. (But at least Kentucky’s only half-destroyed.) It must be time for the 9th chapter of Michael Reads Percy Jackson: The Last Olympian, a.k.a…
“Perhaps you’d like it back in your cell, your Percyness?” The events behind that shoehorned-in Star Wars quote and more on the eighth chapter of Michael Reads Percy Jackson: The Last Olympian, a.k.a…
I Take the Worst Bath Ever
Okay, so I was reaching for a good way to open this post, and I couldn’t find one, so I just went with Star Wars. Because reasons. Well, also because Percy was in a cell, and then soon after his escape he has quite possibly the most physically painful experience of his life. Worse than the feeling of jumping into a pit of boiling acid—times fifty? I know I’d want back in my cell. [Read more…]
My Math Teacher Gives Me A Lift
This one’s another react-as-I-read entry, so hold on to your butts. Before I even start in, from that chapter title I’m immediately expecting…oh, what was her name, anyway? From the first book, she was an erinye/fury. I keep wanting to say Mrs. Davenport, but that’s my seventh grade math teacher. [Read more…]
You can’t go home again. But you can go to Luke’s home again. Unless you’re Luke, because he’s a little borked up right now. But then again, so is Luke’s home. This rambling series of sentences must mean that it’s time for the sixth chapter in Michael Reads Percy Jackson: The Last Olympian, referred to by those in the know as…
My Cookies Get Scorched
And so it begins!
So you heard the news a few weeks ago: Booktrope, the publisher I signed with in 2014, went out of business as of May 31st. As I retain the rights to my books, I’ve chosen, for the moment, to republish them myself under my own imprint. I’m now pleased to present to you the name of that imprint, along with its own fancy-ass logo!