Ma’at Demands A Leader.” “yeah So I’ve

Well, I Hope You Like It Here, Leo. It Used To Be .......really Nice.

Yeah, Well. I Don’t Try To Be Awesome. It Just Comes Natural.

'you're Dionysus,' I Said. 'the God Of Wine.' Mr. D Rolled His Eyes. 'what Do They Say These Days, Grover? Do The Children Say "well Duh!"?' 'y-yes, Mr. D.' 'then, "well, Duh!" Percy Jackson. Did You Think I Was Aphrodite, Perhaps?' 'you're A God.' 'yes, Child.' 'a God. You.'

A Tiny Dark Object Came Sailing Out Of The Window And Landed At The Giant's Feet. Polybotes Yelled, "grenade!" He Covered His Face. His Troops Hit The Ground. When The Thing Did Not Explode, Polybotes Bent Down Cautiously And Picked It Up. He Roared In Outrage. "a Ding Dong? You Dare Insult Me With A Ding Dong?" He Threw The Cake Back At The Shop, And It Vaporized In The Light.

Annabeth Pressed Her Lips To Percy’s Ear. “i Love You.” She Wasn’t Sure He Could Hear Her—but If They Died, She Wanted Those To Be Her Last Words.