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Freak had a good nose for magic. After a couple of hours on patrol, he shrieked, “FREEEAAAK!” and banked hard to the left, circling over a green marshy inlet between two subdivisions.
I can just IMAGINE hearing this lmao
(Can’t blame him on that last one. Sadie grew up in London and developed some pretty strange tastes.)
REAL
In theory: a great solution. In practice: I’m not so good at words of power even in the best of situations. Suffocating inside a dark, smelly reptile gullet wasn’t helping me focus.
The surface of the river churned with bubbles. The crocodile was gone, but standing in the marsh about twenty feet away was a teenage guy in jeans and a faded orange T-shirt that said CAMP something. I couldn’t read the rest. He looked a little older than me—maybe seventeen—with tousled black hair and sea-green eyes. What really caught my attention was his sword—a straight double-edged blade glowing with faint bronze light.
IS THAT MY SONNNNNNN
Camper Boy had just called me a half-blood? Maybe I hadn’t heard him right. Maybe he meant something else. But my dad was African American. My mom was white. Half-blood wasn’t a word I liked.
I mean I literally punched him out of his shoes. He rocketed from the river with a loud suck-plop! And the last thing I saw was his bare feet achieving escape velocity as he flew backward and disappeared from sight.
I locked eyes with Camper Boy. “We’ve got to stop the crocodile.” “Truce,” he suggested. “Yeah,” I said. “We can continue killing each other after the crocodile is taken care of.”
Useless and stupid? Yes. But I couldn’t help admiring their bravery. They were trying their best to face down a monster that had invaded their neighborhood.
“I hate the word should,” Percy muttered. “Fine. I’ll get the necklace. You keep him occupied.” “Why do I get to keep him occupied?” “Because you’re more annoying,” Percy said. “Just try not to get eaten again.”
I stared in horror as my wax creature, now a living (though very misshapen) hippo, either tried to wriggle free of the croc’s nostril or work its way farther into the reptile’s sinus cavity—I wasn’t sure which.
I feared the effort might literally burn me up, but I summoned my final bit of magical energy and transformed into a falcon—the sacred animal of Horus.
Why is he so OP ?!!?
pressure had built up in the drainage pipes, causing
Potassium and water, she’d told them. Separate, completely harmless. But together— She dropped the potassium in a beaker of water, and Ka-blam! The students jumped back as a miniature explosion rattled all the vials in the lab. Percy was water. I was potassium.
Oh so real
