The god's voice was tinged with disappointment. youI've been to Tartarus and back, Nico snarled. You don't scare me.
Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.
Hazel! he yelled. That box! Open it!She hesitated, then saw the box he meant. Te label read WARNING. DO NOT OPEN. Open it! Leo yelled again.
Like your zodiac sign? Percy asked. 'I'm a Leo.'No, stupid,' Leo said. I'm a Leo. You're a Percy.
Think long and hard about how you proceed, Nico di Angelo. You cannot lie to Cupid. If you let your anger rule you... well, your fate will be even sadder then mine.
Really? That would be a first. I'm the son of , Jason. I might as well be covered in blood or sewage, the way people treat me. I don't belong anywhere. I'm not even from this . But that's not enough t...
This is Annabeth, Jason said. Uh, normally she doesn't judo-flip people.
He turned to Frank who was trying to pull his fingers out of the Chinese handcuffs…Okay, Frank relented. Sure. He frowned at his fingers, trying to pull them out of the trap. Uh, how do you—Leo chuckl...
Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it!
I could have killed you.Or I could have killed you, Percy said. Jason shrugged. If there’d been an ocean in Kansas, maybe.I don’t need an ocean—Boys, Annabeth interrupted, I’m sure you both would’ve b...
I still don't understand what a sea god would be doing in Atlanta.Leo snorted. What's a wine god doing in Kansas? Gods are weird.
In that moment, he chose Greek. He threw in his lot with Camp Half-Blood-and the horses changed. The storm clouds inside burned away, leaving nothing but red dust and shimmering heat, like mirages on...
Would Grandmother scold him? Would she say, Frank! Thank the gods, you've come. I'm surrounded by monsters.More likely she'd scold him, or mistake them for intruders and chase them off with a frying p...
At the front window was something that looked like a machine gun with a cluster of barrels. Rocket launcher? he wondered aloud. Nope, nope! Potatoes. Ella doesn't like potatoes.Ella! Where are the oth...
The truth hit him. Jason wasn't quite Roman anymore. His time at Camp Half-Blood had changed him. Reyna had recognized that. Apparently, so did the undead legionnaires. If Jason no longer gave off the...
Jason looked like her was trying to figure out an equation. Let me get this straight. Your table ran away ... because you polished him with windex.
It's okay, he said. We're together. He didn't say , or . After all they'd been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying t...
At the end of the warehouse was a dais constructed from pallets of books: stack of vampire novels, walls of James Patterson thrillers, and a throne from about a thousand copies of something called .
Jason hated being an old man.
Coach Hedge grumbled as he tended their wounds. How come I never get invited on these violent trips?
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