Hades raised an eyebrow. When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment,as if the garment was stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out. The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades' underwear?
Rick RiordanCacus.โ Iโd had years of practice looking dumb when people threw out Greek names I didnโt know. Itโs a skill of mine. Annabeth keeps telling me to read a book of Greek myths, but I donโt see the need. Itโs easier just to have folks explain stuff.
Rick RiordanOh, did you expect me to play fair?" Cupid laughed. "I am the god of love. I am never fair.
Rick RiordanHe was dressed just like on TV, with lots of silver chains and bracelets, ripped jeans, and a black muscle shirt (Which was kind of stupid, since he didn't have any muscles).
Rick RiordanPurple light passed over the paper, but nothing happened. "Next!" Amy said. She was sure the man in black was going to burst in on them any second. "Whoa!" Dan said. Amy gripped his arm. "You found it?" "No, but look! This whole essay - 'To the Royal Academy.' He wrote a whole essay on farts!" Dan grinned with delight. "He's proposing a scientific study on different fart smells. You're right, Amy. This guy was a genius!
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