Set screamed something in Ancient Egyptian. I was fairly sure it wasnโt a compliment. โI will rend your limbs from their sockets!โ he shouted. โI willโโ โDie?โ Carter suggested.
Rick RiordanAnd do you know what a full-fledged war would look like, Percy?" "Bad?" I guessed. "Imagine the world in chaos. Nature at war with itself. Olympians forced to choose sides between Zeus amd Poseidon. Destruction. Carnage. Millions dead. Western civilization turned into a battleground so big it will make the Trojan War look like a water-balloon fight." "Bad," I repeated.
Rick RiordanThe driver got out smiling. He looked about seventeen or eighteen, and for a second, I had the uneasy feeling it was Luke, my old enemy. This guy had the same sandy hair and outdoorsy good looks. But it wasn't Luke. His smile was brighter and more playful. (Luke didn't do much more than scowl and sneer these days.) The Maserati driver wore jeans and loafers and a sleeveless T-shirt. "Wow" Thalia muttered. Apollo Is hot." "He's the sun god," I said. "That's not what I meant.
Rick RiordanIf anyone asks you if youโre taken,โ I said, โthe answer is yes.โ โI think I can live with that,โ he promised. โGood,โ I said. โBecause you donโt want to see me be cross.โ โToo late.โ โShut up and dance, Walt.โ โShut up and dance, Walt.โ We didโwith the music of a psychotic griffin screaming behind us, and the sirens and horns of Brooklyn wailing below. It was quite romantic.
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