"Catch it, catch it!" A small clay ball arced through the air. Four pairs of eager hands stretched up to the heavens, their owners' eyes hungrily following the path of the toy. "I'm going to get it!" The youngest boy took a few stumbling steps backwards. "It's coming!" "No, that's not fair - it's my turn!" His brother turned around and gave him a hefty shove. "You got it last time, Androgeus!" "Don't push me!" Androgeus knocked him hard on the shoulder. "It's whoever catches it first, Glaucus, and so far it's been me, because I'm better than you, and-" "Look, Asterion's going to catch it!" The third player, an elder girl, cut through her brothers' bickering. "Look! It's going right his way." The boys stopped and turned, and watched as their half-brother lifted his hands to receive the ball, which was, indeed, making its way straight down towards hi...