The Tower of Nero (The Trials of Apollo, #5)

by Rick Riordan

I turned and strode out of my room, trying to recall how the god Apollo walked.

anytime you take aim and prepare to fire your best shot, anytime you seek to put your emotions into a song or poem, know that I am smiling on you. We are friends now. Call on me. I will be there for you.

T-T