The giant raised his fist, and a voice cut through the dream. "Leo!" Jason was shaking his shoulder. "Hey, man, why are you hugging Nike?" Leo's eyes fluttered open. His arms were wrapped around the human-sized statue in Athena's hand. He must have been thrashing in his sleep. He clung to the victory goddess like he used to cling to his pillow when he had nightmares as a kid. (Man, that had been so embarrassing in the foster homes.) He disentangled himself and sat up, rubbing his face. "Nothing," he muttered. "we were just cuddling. Um, what's going on?
Rick RiordanThanks for everything.โ โAs you wish,โ the captain said. If axes could frown, Iโm sure he would have. โStay sharp,โ Carter told him.
Rick RiordanEntertain me, heroes of Olympus. Give me a reason to do more." Bacchus to Percy and Jason
Rick RiordanLaistrygonians. Cannibals. Northern Giants. Sasquatch legend. Yep, yep. They are not birds. Not birds of North America.
Rick RiordanI have to be careful. My readers are very detail-oriented, and if I make a mistake they'll call me on it.
Rick RiordanI tried to imagine how things could get much worse. The gods were in the Midwest fighting a huge monster that had almost defeated them once before. Poseidon was under siege and losing a war against the sea Titan Oceanus. Kronos was still out there somewhere. Olympus was virtually undefended. The demigods of Camp Half-Blood were on our own with a spy in our midst. Oh, and according to the ancient prophecy, I was going to die when I turned sixteenโwhich happened to be in five days, the exact same time Typhon was supposed to hit New York. Almost forgot that.
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