I nodded at Nic and Andrew meeting. "Nic, It seems like you've met almost every God before, how do you not know Andrew? He's like one of the main demi-gods in Olympus." I said smiling.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I stood up, Jace's arms still wrapped around my waist. "Uh, Jace...Let go." He blushes and releases his grip, "Oh sorry." I smile back at him and walk back over to the bar. "Three shots of....whatever will keep me up."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening