If My Life Is Going To Mean

If I'm Going To Survive, It Won't Be Because I Have A Lion-skin Cloak. I'm Not Hercules.

Leo Could Run Pretty Fast When Someone Was Trying To Kill Him. Sadly, He’d Had A Lot Of Practice.

Of Course, Annabeth Wouldn't Be Able To Breathe, But At The Moment, That Seemed Like A Minor Problem.

Elections Only Happen In Two Ways," Reyna Said. "either The Legion Raises Someone On A Shield After A Major Success On The Battlefield-and We Haven't Had Any Major Battles-or We Hold A Ballot On The Evening Of June 24, At The Feast Of Fortuna. That's In Five Days." Percy Frowned. "you Have A Feast For Tuna?

But You'll Be Killed!" "i'll Be Fine. Besides, We've Got No Choice." Annabeth Glared At Me Like She Was Going To Punch Me. And Then She Did Something That Surprised Me Even More. She Kissed Me.