The Last Time I'd Seen The Minotaur,

Oh, Dear Hazel.” Aphrodite Folded Her Fan. “such Optimism, Yet You Have Heartrending Days Ahead Of You. Of Course War Is Coming. Love And War Always Go Together. They Are The Peaks Of Human Emotion! Evil And Good, Beauty And Ugliness.

Look, I Need To Tell You Something,' I Continued. The Words Came Stumbling Out Of Me. 'i Couldnt Stand It If...i Dont Want You To---' Percy?' She Said. 'you Look Like You're Going To Be Sick.' And That's How I Felt.

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.

All [sadie’s] Previous Attempts [of Making A Shabti (an Egyptian Avatar Of One’s Self)] Had Exploded Or Gone Haywire, Terrorizing Khufu And The Initiates. Last Week She’d Created A Magical Thermos With Googly Eyes That Levitated Around The Room, Yelling, “exterminate! Exterminate!” Until It Smacked Me In The Head.

Ptah? Son Of Ptooey? What Is He God Of Spitting? I Asked