"Nine serpentine heads undulated hypnotically on long necks, occasionally striking at the water to snap up fish, frogs, and small crocodiles."
"Stay here," Hercules told his nephew, as Iolaus tried to keep the horses from bolting. "By the way, can I borrow your sword? Mine broke."
Hercules grabbed the boy's blade and leaped out of the chariot.
"Hey spaghetti head!" he yelled at Hydra. "Over here!"
The Hydra's nine heads hissed in unison. The monster didn't appreciate being compared to pasta.
"I'll be fine, Dad! Jeez! I'll bring your chariot back, not a scratch."
"No loud music. And keep your hands on the reins. And if you have to parallel park_"
"See you Dad! Thanks!" Phaethon flicked the reins. "Giddyap!"
The horses lurched forward, pulling Phaethon and the chariot into the sky as Helios yelled after him, "The insurance card is in the glove compartment!"
The ride was even more awesome than Phaethon had imaged.
He whooped and hollered and did his happy dance as the chariot shot upward at a billion miles an hour.
"YEAH, BABY!" he shouted. "Who's the sun? I'm the sun!"
Three dynamic duos
Jane Yolen and Heidi Stemple
Rick Riordan and John Rocco
Joe Kelly and J. M. Ken Niimura
These three books are always noticed by those who visit my personal library.