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And then came the Internet. Oh, gods, I love the Internet!
A silvery streak glistened on Meg’s cheek.
You see, Apollo, Meg brought you here, just as I asked her to.
sabía
‘The Beast killed my father. This is Nero. He’s – he’s my stepfather.’
QUE CHUCHA
In 1928, Alexander Fleming failed to give me credit for inspiring his discovery of penicillin. I mean, ouch. That stung.
She is a member of the Imperial Household.’
but every time we attacked the gates, the grove started wailing.
calling for help, and the demigods couldn’t resist.
“who fiddled while Rome burned”,
And I did not start the Great Fire of Rome.’
‘your stepfather watched as seventy percent of Rome was destroyed. Tens of thousands died.’
Colossus of Nero!
gladiators’ amphitheatre
the Colos...
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so you scapegoated the Christians.’
cristianos siendo acusados de hvdas, quien lo diría
‘He burned them as human torches, the way he will burn these six.’
‘The last time he did this, he strung up Christians all over his backyard and burned them to illuminate his garden party. I was there. I remember the screaming.’
‘It’s never a good sign when someone starts referring to himself in the third person.
Rhea had managed to cultivate wisdom and kindness.
‘This Land Is Your Land’.
The voices exploded.
‘He’s going to burn and level Long Island,’
You don’t want to wake the Beast, do you?’
The real hero was Peaches.
Don’t get on the wrong side of my lightning bolts, boy.
he would hold Meg responsible.
I could not out-talk an orator like Nero. And I would not play the Beast’s blame game.
I hummed ‘Y.M.C.A.’, which I used to perform with the Village People in my construction-worker costume until the Indian chief and I got in a fight over – Never mind. That’s not important.
Kudos to the Imperial Guard for having stupid amounts of courage.
From his waistcoat pocket, he produced a silver cigarette lighter.
Only eleven more Olympians to go.’
‘I can’t do this alone.’
how many times I had asked for sacrifices, how many heroes I had sent to their deaths.
I realize it must have been the West Wind, my old rival,
I crawled to his side, now weeping with relief, and kissed his face. ‘My beautiful son!’
‘Hey, buddy, got a quarter?’ one asked.
es de Gye el man?
The voices had her in their grip.
Rachel se estaba volviendo loca en The Last Olympian y ella estaba "bendecida"...
She had no right to mistrust me.
nop
She was in danger. I was not going to leave her to the madness of the grove’s penguin jokes.
There once was a god named Apollo Who plunged in a cave blue and hollow Upon a three-seater The bronze fire-eater Was forced death and madness to swallow.
I turned and saw something strange at my feet: an arrow with an oak shaft and green fletching.
added a few more items to a mental list I was preparing: Ways to Torture an Emperor in the Fields of Punishment.
I had already lost one daughter of Demeter today. I didn’t intend to lose another.
like every sentence was a pungent bouquet of metaphors. (Oh, that’s another good one. Jotting that down.)
‘No,’ I said. ‘The Colossus Neronis.’
When a child of Ares makes a valid point, you know the situation is serious.
‘It’s a war machine.
When confronted for answers, we usually say something Rhea-like: You will have to find out for yourself! Or: True wisdom must be earned!
(Ingenious girl! Who brings cough drops on a three-legged death race?)
My logic was this: mothers were used to giving rides.
