I'd Come To Respect The Bag.

Different Elevator Music Was Playing Since My Last Visit-that Old Disco Song "stayin' Alive." A Terrifying Image Flashed Through My Mind Of Apollo In Bell-bottom Pants And A Slinky Silk Shirt.

I'll Let You And Zia Have Some Quality Time," She Told Me. "just The Two Of You And Your Coat.

Whats Up, Seaweed Brain?

I'm A Teacher Still, But With A Much Larger Classroom.

One Down," Beckendorf Said. "about Five Thousand To Go." He Tossed Me A Jar Of Thick Green Liquid—greek Fire, One Of The Most Dangerous Magical Substances In The World. Then He Threw Me Another Essential Tool Of Demigod Heroes—duct Tape