Father just needed someone to blame. So of course he picked the handsomest, most talented, hopelessly awesome god. Artemis made a gagging gesture.
It’s a Thing thing. You wouldn’t understand.
Nico tried to swallow his bile. He wasn’t mad at Reyna. He kind of liked Reyna. But so often he’d been called on to do the impossible. Normally, as soon as he accomplished it, he was forgotten.
Annabeth, you know Morse code?” “Of course.” “So does Leo.” Piper handed her the mirror. “He’ll be watching from the ship. Go to the ridge – ” “And flash him!” Annabeth’s face reddened. “That came out wrong. But yeah, good idea.
The Sword of Summer, a weapon that wasn’t designed to be a weapon, a blade that is best used by letting go of it.
Maybe it’s time you come out of the shadows.
Jason sighed miserably. “That’s supposed to be my job. I’m always the one who gets knocked in the head.
Satyrs aren’t dryads, but we have roots, too. Camp Half Blood is mine.
This is my driver,’ Nico said. ‘Jules-Albert finished first in the Paris–Rouen motorcar race back in 1895, but he wasn’t awarded the prize because his steam car used a stoker.
Less than forty-eight hours until G-Day, when Gaea the Princess of Potty Sludge would awaken in all her dirt-faced glory.
At least the statue didn’t rumble, “DIE, UNBELIEVERS!” and zap the mortals to dust. Reyna had once dealt with a statue of the goddess Diana like that. It hadn’t been her most relaxing day.
Shut up, Valdez.” Frank gave him a bear hug. “And be careful.” “Ribs,” Leo squeaked. “Sorry.” Annabeth and Percy wished them good luck. Then Percy excused himself to go throw up.
Her outfit looked like it been picked by a kindergartner – red sneakers, yellow tights, and a green tank dress. Perhaps she was on her way to a costume party dressed as a traffic light.
Want to hit Leo?
Up in my business Always burning Oracles Romans gonna hate.
How do you tell a dream from a nightmare? If it involves a book burning, it’s probably a nightmare.
I hear much talk about us and them. I am always wary when people speak this way, as if people can be so easily divided into friend and enemy.
My bus is in flames My son is older than me Please, Zeus, make it stop.
The dead always outnumber the living. These spirits have waited centuries, unable to express their anger. Now I have given them bodies of earth.
As my vision went dark, Sam and Hearth helped me leap off the cliff. Because, you know, what are friends for?