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Herophile simply had too much good advice to share. Her voice was so enchanting, it was impossible for listeners to catch every detail. She couldn’t control what she sang or when. She never repeated herself.
“You thought what?” Piper’s voice remained calm and even. “That we’d be together forever like Percy and Annabeth?” She stared into the empty house, not exactly as if she missed the old furniture, but as if she were imagining the space completely redone. “Things change. People change.
Now I found the sun’s indifference both cruel and insulting. In only a few days, Caligula might become a solar deity. Under such villainous leadership, you might think the sun would refuse to rise or set. But shockingly, disgustingly, day and night would continue as they always had.
How could anyone be so accepting and levelheaded all the time? Sometimes I just wanted him to get mad, to scream and throw his loafers across the room.
Whatever happens, when you get back to Olympus, when you’re a god again, remember. Remember what it’s like to be human.”
“You see, Apollo? I’m not crazy. I’m not cruel. I just take people at their word. If you promise me your life, or your heart, or your wealth…then you should mean it, don’t you think?”
As the former praetor and the emperor charged past each other, Jason met my eyes across the ruined throne room. His expression told me his plan with perfect clarity. Like me, he had decided that Piper McLean would not die tonight. For some reason, he had decided that I must live too. He yelled again, “GO! Remember!”
The emperor had warned me: This is not a game.
His expression didn’t seem tortured or scared. He looked at peace, as if he’d just managed to fall asleep after a hard day. I didn’t want to wake him.
Instead, human resilience surprised me once again. Tristan McLean’s expression turned steely. His focus cleared. He must have realized his daughter needed him and he couldn’t afford to indulge in self-pity. He had one important role left to play: the role of her father.
“Let it begin!” Medea cried.
Im beginning to dislike Riodan's potrayal of Greek women. Ignoring Jason's cruelty, blaming Clytemnstra, making them villians so often.
Whatever happens, when you get back to Olympus, when you’re a god again, remember. Remember what it’s like to be human.
