Apollo?โ I guessedโฆ He put a finger to his lips. โIโm incognito. Call me Fred.โ A god named Fred?
Rick RiordanSurfing?โ he asked. She laughed, and the sound sent a shock wave through the water. The wailing faded to background noise. Annabeth wondered if anyone had ever laughed in Tartarus beforeโjust a pure, simple laugh of pleasure. She doubted it.
Rick RiordanI sat up in bed. "What did he say?" Tyson groaned, still half asleep. He was lying facedown on the couch, his feet so far over the edge they were in the bathroom. "The happy man said...bowling practice?" I hoped he was right, but then there was an urgent knock on the suite's interior door. Annabeth stuck her head in--her blonde hair in a rat's nest. "DISEMBOWLING practice?
Rick RiordanHow does it taste?โ Carter wondered. Zia smiled. โStick out your tongue.โ To answer Carterโs question, the tattoo tasted like burning car tires. โUgh.โ I spit a blue gob of โorder and harmonyโ into the fountain.
Rick RiordanPercy and Reyna occupied matching praeters' chairs on the dais, which made Percy self-conscious. It wasn't easy looking dignified wearing a bedsheet and a purple cape. "The camp is safe," Octavian continued. " I'll be the first to congragulate our heroes for bringing back the legion's eagle and so much Imperial gold! Truly we have been blessed with good fortune. But why do more? Why tempt fate?" "I'm glad you asked." Percy stood, taking the question as an opening. Octavian stammered, " I wasn't--" "--Part of the quest," Percy said. "Yes I know. And your'e wise to let me explain, since I was.
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