The Dark Prophecy

“Hey, you two,” Leo said. “No ancient dialects. Spanish or English, please. Or Machine.”

’s not how long you live that matters. It’s what you live for

What do we do?” Calypso asked.
“Follow the ghost,” I said.
“What?” Leo yelped.
“We follow the cheese-colored ghost. As you’re always saying: Vaya con queso.”
“That was a joke, ese.”