This was it. I was going to die. I would never be able to tell my parents or friends goodbye. I’d never finish school and follow my dreams of being an artist.
Time stood still as I waited for death, the air crackling with electricity. I imagined it was the end as my hair stood on end and a warm wave overtook me. A loud rumbling, like thunder, filled my ears, making it hard to hear anything else.
Praise for Zeus
"Oh-Em-Gee!!! Every time I hear thunder, I will look up at the sky and think of Zeus..."
~Jeannette Medina, I Heart Books