Just his luck he was related to this grubby old dude. He hoped all sons of Neptune didn't share the same fate. First, you start carrying a man satchel. Next thing you know, you're running around in a bathrobe and pink bunny slippers, chasing chickens with a weed whacker.
Rick RiordanMy glowing form was so heavy, its feet sank into the top of the tank. โSekhmet!โ I yelled. The lioness whirled and snarled, trying to locate my voice. โUp here, kitty!โ I called. She spotted me and her ears went back. โHorus?โ โUnless you know another guy with a falcon head.
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