On a basketball court, five players were in the middle of an intense game. They wore assortment of jerseys from different American teams, and they all seemed keen to winโgrunting and snarling at each other, stealing the ball and pushing. Ohโฆand the players were all baboons.
Rick RiordanThat sounded about as likely as Apophis and Ra becoming Facebook buddies, but I decided not to say anything.
Rick RiordanMore minions!โ he shouted. โCome to me!โ That couldnโt be good. Another round of giant crocs and weโd be dead. Why donโt we get minions? I complained to Horus, but he didnโt answer.
Rick RiordanChiron, I don't think the attic is the proper place for our new Oracle, do you?" "No, indeed." Chiron looked a lot better now that Apollo had worked some medical magic on him. "Rachel may use a guest room in the Big House for now, until we give the matter more thought." "I'm thinking a cave in the hills," Apollo mused. "With torches and a big purple curtain over the entrance . . . really mysterious. But inside, a totally decked-out pad with a game room and one of those home theater systems.
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