He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically. Green grass breaks through snow. Artemis pleads for my help. I am so

He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.
Green grass breaks through snow.
Artemis pleads for my help.
I am so cool.
He grinned at us, waiting for applause.
‘That last line was four syllables. Artemis said.
Apollo frowned. Was it
Yes. What about I am so bigheaded
No, no, that s six syllable, hhhm. He started muttering to himself.
Zoe Nightshade turned to us. Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I d had to hear one more poem that started with, There once was a godess from Sparta-‘
I ve got it! Apollo announced. I am so awesome. That s five syllables! He bowed, looking very pleased with himself.

–
Rick Riordan,

The Titan’s Curse

Keep a line of retreat, Warwick ordered. To his disgust, his voice trembled and he cleared his throat loudly before going on with his

Keep a line of retreat, Warwick ordered. To his disgust, his voice trembled and he cleared his throat loudly before going on with his orders.
They are traitors all. We go in, kill as many as we can in the surprise, then pull back into
He looked around, seeing a small wooden signpost. He leaned closer to read it and for an instant raised his eyes to heaven. Back into Shiteburn Lane.

It helped to explain what he had sunk ankle-deep into, at least. He spent a moment longing for wooden overshoes to raise him up above the slop, though he could hardly have fought in those. His boots would just have to be burned afterwards.

–
Conn Iggulden,

Stormbird