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Leo Drummed His Fingers. “great. I Should Have Installed A Smoke Screen That Makes The Ship Smell Like A Giant Chicken Nugget. Remind Me To Invent That, Next Time.” Hazel Frowned. “what Is A Chicken Nugget?” “oh, Man…” Leo Shook His Head In Amazement. “that's Right. You’ve Missed The Last, Like, Seventy Years. Well, My Apprentice, A Chicken Nugget—” “doesn’t Matter,” Annabeth Interrupted.

Chiron Insisted That We Talk About The Labyrinth In The Morning Which Is Like 'hey, Your Life's In Mortal Danger. Sleep Tight!

Words Are The Source Of All Power. And Names Are More Than Just A Collection Of Letters.

Hope," Frank Grumbled. "i'd Rather Have A Few Good Weasels.

I Tried To Imagine How Things Could Get Much Worse. The Gods Were In The Midwest Fighting A Huge Monster That Had Almost Defeated Them Once Before. Poseidon Was Under Siege And Losing A War Against The Sea Titan Oceanus. Kronos Was Still Out There Somewhere. Olympus Was Virtually Undefended. The Demigods Of Camp Half-blood Were On Our Own With A Spy In Our Midst. Oh, And According To The Ancient Prophecy, I Was Going To Die When I Turned Sixteen—which Happened To Be In Five Days, The Exact Same Time Typhon Was Supposed To Hit New York. Almost Forgot That.