But... you're still getting married?" Grover sounded hurt. "Who's the bride?" Ploypemus looked toward the boiling pot. Clarisse made a strangled sound. "Oh, no! You can't be serious. I'm not-
Rick RiordanWell โฆ Zeus approves, Aeolus muttered. โHe says โฆ he says it would be better if you could avoid saving her until after the weekend, because he has a big party plannedโOw! Thatโs Aphrodite yelling at him, reminding him that the solstice starts at dawn. She says I should help you. And Hephaestusโฆ yes. Hmm. Very rare they agree on anything. Hold on
Rick RiordanPoison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or..." "Or we'll die?" I guessed. "Well...after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes." "Let's avoid the swords," I decided.
Rick RiordanSuddenly his expression turned to alarm. He sprinted toward us. For a moment I had an absurd vision of myself on the cover of one of Granโs old romance novels, where the damsel wilts into the arms of one half-dressed beefy guy while another stands by,casting her longing looks. Oh, the horrible choices a girl must make! I wished Iโd had a moment to clean up. I was still covered in dried river muck, twine, and grass, like Iโd been tarred and feathered. Then Anubis pushed past me and gripped Waltโs shoulders. Wellโฆthat was unexpected.
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