Holy mother!" "Hmph. More like holy father. I'd think you'd know the difference." -Hephaetus
Rick RiordanNo!" Amy said. "Dan, you're lucky it was only concussive. You could've wiped out the whole Holt family." "And that would've been bad because...?
Rick RiordanHer freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.
Rick RiordanWe only came close to dying six or seven times, which I thought was pretty good. Once, I lost my grip and found myself dangling by one hand from a ledge fifty feet above the rocky surf. But I found another handhold and kept climbing. A minute later Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped. Fortunately, she found something else to put it against. Unfortunately, that something was my face. "Sorry," she murrmured. "S'okay," I grunted, though I'd never really wanted to know what Annabeth's sneaker tasted like.
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