We'll Have To Work On Your Bunny

Staying Silent, Staying Away From Him... That Was The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done.

The Minotaur Unstrapped His Axe And Swung It Around. It Was Beautiful In A Harsh I’m~going~togut~you~like~a~fish Kind Of Way. Each Of Its Twin Blades Was Shaped Like An Omega: Ω—the Last Letter Of The Greek Alphabet. Maybe That Was Because The Axe Would Be The Last Thing His Victims Ever Saw

The Driver Got Out Smiling. He Looked About Seventeen Or Eighteen, And For A Second, I Had The Uneasy Feeling It Was Luke, My Old Enemy. This Guy Had The Same Sandy Hair And Outdoorsy Good Looks. But It Wasn't Luke. His Smile Was Brighter And More Playful. (luke Didn't Do Much More Than Scowl And Sneer These Days.) The Maserati Driver Wore Jeans And Loafers And A Sleeveless T-shirt. "wow" Thalia Muttered. Apollo Is Hot." "he's The Sun God," I Said. "that's Not What I Meant.

Makes Us Appreciate Blessing, Not Be Greedy And Mean And Fat Like Polyphemus.

Juno: "the Heroes Of Olympus Must Unite! After Your Victory Over Kronos In Manhattan...well I Fear That Wounded Jupiter's Self-esteem." Percy: Cause I Was Right And He Was Wrong" Juno: "he Should Be Used To That After Being Married To Me So Long, But Alas.