Catessellations

How can you tell when someone wants to die? Are there physical signs for people who have given up on life, like symptoms of some terminal disease? Maybe you can see it in their eyes, that ashy grey colour that indicates the total absence of any form of hope. Maybe you can smell it on them; a sour, despondent smell, similar to the stench of turned milk. Perhaps you can hear it in their voice, the lack of electricity, the lack of life. A dead voice. The voice of a suicidal person should sound like a note played on a harpsichord. Tinny, listless, flat. An unpleasant noise that makes your skin crawl. Nails on a chalkboard. But maybe there

How can you tell when someone wants to die? Are there physical signs for people who have given up on life, like symptoms of some terminal disease? Maybe you can see it in their eyes, that ashy grey colour that indicates the total absence of any form of hope. Maybe you can smell it on them; a sour, despondent smell, similar to the stench of turned milk. Perhaps you can hear it in their voice, the lack of electricity, the lack of life. A dead voice. The voice of a suicidal person should sound like a note played on a harpsichord. Tinny, listless, flat. An unpleasant noise that makes your skin crawl. Nails on a chalkboard. But maybe there

PROLOGUE     It had been one year since Leo's first quest. Gaea had been defeated and all the heroes of Olympus were at Camp Half Blood. It had been six months since Leo fell in love.     Leo had always been one of those cheesy-pick-up-line kind of guys. He'd flirt with every pretty girl he saw. But for some reason, this time was different.     Hazel was special. Leo couldn't get her out of his head. For some reason she was different than all those other girls he knew. And Leo didn't think it was just because she was a demigod who had, at one point, been dead.     He had known he loved her from the first time he really met her.     They