Now, now," Bast said. "It's not so bad." "Right," I said. "We're stuck in Washington, D.C. We have two days to make it to Arizona and stop a god we don't know how to stop. And if we can't, we'll never see our dad or Amos again, and the world might end." "That's the spirit!" Bast said brightly. "Now, let's have a picnic.
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Rick RiordanHe'd changed since the last summer. Instead of Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt, he wore a button-down shirt, khaki pants, and leather loafers. His sandy hair, which used to be so unruly, was now clipped short. He look like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college-age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.
Rick RiordanEnemy giants moved towards the breech, and Tyson picked up the fallen warriorโs club. He yelled something to his fellow blacksmiths โ probably โFOR POSEIDON!โ โ but with his mouth full of peanut butter it sounded like, โPUH PTEH BUN.โ His brethren all grabbed hammers and chisels, yelled, โPEANUT BUTTER!โ and charged behind Tyson into battle.
Rick RiordanI can't summon anymore gas!" Leo warned. The His faced turned red. 'Wow, that came out wrong. I mean the burning kind.
Rick RiordanIt is true I do not like fire. But Leo Valdez's flames are not strong enough to trouble me." Somewhere behind Hazel, a soft, lyrical voice said, "What about my flames, old friend?" "You," he said from Percy's mouth. "Me," Hecate agreed. "It has been millennia since I fought at the side of a demigod. What do you say? Shall we play with fire?
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