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Whoever Meg McCaffrey was, however she had happened to find me, our fates were now intertwined.
Sally cupped her hand under Meg’s chin.
Sally’s expression remained gentle and reassuring,
“I like food,” Meg muttered. Sally laughed. “Well, we have that in common.
Besides”—he shot me an accusing look—“nobody can tell the future anymore. The Oracle isn’t working.”
“It still isn’t working?” I said in a small voice.
“Yep,” Percy agreed. “That pretty much describes my entire life: Because Poseidon.”
“I was going to ask what happens if I just slice and dice these mouth-breathers with Celestial bronze.”
The woods were that bad.
had a vague memory of a woman, an alt-country singer named Naomi Solace, whom I’d met in Austin. I blushed thinking about her even now. To my teenaged self, our romance felt like something that I’d watched in a movie a long ago time—a movie my parents wouldn’t have allowed me to see.
There’s an aura of death around you—a thick possibility of death.” Meg snorted. “Sounds like a weather forecast.”
MEG GAWKED. “He—he really is a centaur.” “Well spotted,” I said. “I suppose the lower body of a horse is what gave him away?” She punched me in the arm.
My two greatest loves were, of course, Daphne and Hyacinthus,
All right…possibly it’s because I told them so.