Stuff Has Become The Enemy. There Always

You'd Think Getting Chopped Into A Million Pieces And Cast Into The Darkest Part Of The Underworld Would Give Him A Subtle Clue That Nobody Wanted Him Around.

He Could Still See The Dragon Just Fine. It Was About Sixty Feet Long, Snout To Tail, Its Body Made Of Interlocking Bronze Plates. Its Claws Were The Size Of Butcher Knives, And Its Mouth Was Lined With Hundreds Of Dagger-sharp Metal Teeth. Steam Came Out Of Its Nostrils. It Snarled Like A Chain Saw Cutting Through A Tree.

Patterns Repeat Themselves In History

Percy Scowled. "i-i Know You." Nico Raised His Eyebrows. "do You?

If You're Heading Downtown From Centeral Park, My Advice Is To Take The Subway. Flying Pigs Are Faster But Way More Dangerous