I Tried To Smile Like I Wasn't

Leo Scratched His Head. “well I Dunno About Enchiladas-“ “enceladus,” Piper Corrected. “whatever. But Old Potty Face Mentioned Another Name. Porpoise Fear, Or Something?” “porphyrion?” Piper Asked. ”he Was The Giant King, I Think.

Her Freckles Were Orange, As If Somebody Had Spray-painted Her Face With Liquid Cheetos.

But Magic Is Neither Good Nor Evil. It Is A Tool, Like A Knife. Is A Knife Evil? Only If The Wielder Is Evil.

Piper, You’re The Strongest, Most Powerful Beauty Queen I’ve Ever Met. You Can Trust Yourself. For What It’s Worth, You Can Trust Me Too.

But Annabeth Knew That People Saw What They Wanted To See. They Didn’t Need The Mist To Warp Their Perceptions.