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I’m sorry; gods do not fly commercial.
Sound glittered in the light of the moon. (Hello, Artemis. Don’t bother to say hi.)
As my children, they were inherently inclined to the utmost grace.
Nico smiled thinly. ‘I have a note from my doctor.’ Will raised his hand. ‘I’m his doctor.’
Everybody’s happier.’
Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.’ ‘Of course not,’ Nico agreed.
Even more tragic: I felt too embarrassed to flirt with them. What was wrong with me?
I studied the campers, hoping to spot some potential servants … I mean new friends.
I wanted to say the A-List,
After any major battle, I liked to get a group photo
That stupid boy … it was his fault I was here.
Who was the stupid boy? It wasn’t Octavian.
He invented the Valdezinator.
Nico’s expression tightened with annoyance. ‘Well, Leo isn’t here. He died. Then he came back to life. And if I see him again, I’ll kill him.’
but even in real life Leo was not much more imposing.)
‘Hey, guys!’ Leo spread his arms for a hug. ‘Sorry to leave you like that. Bad news: I died. Good news: I got better!
If she’d captured Leo’s heart, it was entirely possible he had got sidetracked.
(My words have that effect on people.)
headaches were so much easier to cure. Hephaestus simply split one’s skull open and extracted whatever newborn god or goddess happened to be banging around in there.
I couldn’t recall the last time someone had cared about me enough to curse my enemies with rhyming couplets.
tomorrow’s three-legged death race!’
the idea was so horrifying it could only have sprung from the mind of an eight-year-old boy.
‘You have to be really quick or you’ll die, and it’s awesome!’
but what does Athena know?
Is it really wise to be running a dangerous obstacle course?’
Stupid brilliant inventors.
I could see why the other campers might adopt the boy as their unofficial mascot.
‘Yeah,’ Harley said. ‘Nobody has even died yet.’ He sounded disappointed, as if he wanted us to try harder.
‘Does that mean the Ares cabin should stick Apollo’s head in a toilet?’
I didn’t have to be Nemesis to understand the allure of revenge.
The blind leading the blind.
each a curved blade in the old Thracian style, siccae made from Imperial gold.
A boy in the crowd gasped. ‘She’s a communist!’
‘please give it up for Meg McCaffrey, daughter of Demeter.’
I’d had my suspicions, yes, but I’d hoped to be proven wrong.
except when she was destroying mankind through pestilence and famine, but everyone has their bad days.
You know how family arguments can get.
I managed to master the arcane mysteries of the shower, the toilet and the sink.
‘Is that bad?’ ‘I have allergies.’
My stepdad raised me. He gave me these rings.’
Exercise is nothing more than a depressing reminder that one is not a god.
Oh, why does college have to happen to perfectly good people?
but rumours do have amazing staying power, especially when I may have been guilty of spreading them.)