There!" Apollo pointed. "Long Island, dead ahead. Let's slow down, dear. 'Dead' is only an expression.
Rick RiordanCould I just use the loo?โ I asked the nice officer. โNo.โ She closed the door in my face, As if I might rig an explosion in the toilet. Honestly.
Rick RiordanHow does it taste?โ Carter wondered. Zia smiled. โStick out your tongue.โ To answer Carterโs question, the tattoo tasted like burning car tires. โUgh.โ I spit a blue gob of โorder and harmonyโ into the fountain.
Rick RiordanShe tied her blond hair back with a strip of denim torn from her pants leg, and in the fiery light of the river, her grey eyes flickered. Despite being beat-up, sooty, and dressed like a homeless person, she looked great to Percy. So what if they were in Tartarus? So what if they stood a slim chance of surviving? He was so glad that they were together, he had the ridiculous urge to smile.
Rick RiordanTwo hundred Romans, and no oneโs got a pen? Never mind!" He slung his M16 onto his back and pulled out a hand grenade. There were many screaming Romans. Then the hand grenade morphed into a ballpoint pen, and Mars began to write. Frank looked at Percy with wide eyes. He mouthed: Can your sword do grenade form? Percy mouthed back, No. Shut up.
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