Hi everyone! ^-^ Just thought I'd type out the voorbeeld of The Blood of Olympus, to make it easier to read, rather than scrolling through pictures. xD
Here u go, Enjoy!
JASON HATED BEING OLD. His joints hurt. His legs shook. As he tried to climb the hill, his lungs rattled like a box of rocks. He couldn't see his face, thank goodness, but his fingers were gnarled and bony. Bulging blue veins webbed the backs of his hands. He even had that old-man smell--mothballs and chicken soup. How was that possible? He'd gone from sixteen to seventy-five in a matter of seconds, but the old-man smell happened...