Percy looked at Coach Hedge and Frank. โA trap?โ โProbably,โ Frank said. โSheโs not mortal,โ Hedge said, sniffing the air. โProbably some kind of goat-eating, demigod-destroying fiend from Tartarus.โ โNo doubt,โ Percy agreed. โAwesome.โ Hedge grinned. โLetโs go.
Rick RiordanDoesn't miss many meals, does he?" Zeus muttered. "Tyson, for your bravery in the war, and for leading the Cyclopes, you are appointed a general I. The armies of Olympus. You shall henceforth lead you breathren into war whenever required by the gods. And you shall have a new...um...what kind of weapon would you like? A sword? An axe?" "Stick!" Tyson said, showing his broken club. "Very well," Zeus said. "We will grant you a new, er, stick. The best stick that may be found." "Hooray!
Rick RiordanOh, by the wayโฆโ Jason glanced at Percy. โI resigned my office, gave Frank a field promotion to praetor. Unless you want to contest that ruling.โ Percy grinned. โNo argument here.โ โPraetor?โ Hazel stared at Frank. He shrugged uncomfortably. โWellโฆ yeah. I know it seems weird.โ She tried to throw her arms around him, then winced as she remembered her busted ribs. She settled for kissing him. โIt seems perfect.โ Leo clapped Frank on the shoulder. โWay to go, Zhang. Now you can order Octavian to fall on his sword.
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