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Which Meant His Only Assets Were One Whiny Imprisoned Goddess, One Sort-of-girlfriend With A Dagger, And Leo, Who Apparently Thought He Could Defeat The Armies Of Darkness With Breath Mints.

Percy Jackson," Hermes Said, "because You Have Taken On The Curse Of Achilles, I Must Spare You. You Are In The Hands Of The Fates Now. But You Will Never Speak To Me Like That Again. You Have No Idea How Much I Have Sacrificed, How Much—" His Voice Broke, And He Shrank Back To Human Size. "my Son, My Greatest Pride . . . My Poor May . . ." He Sounded So Devastated I Didn't Know What To Say. One Minute He Was Ready To Vaporize Us. Now He Looked Like He Needed A Hug.

The Forge Looked Like A Steam-powered Locomotive Had Smashed Into The Greek Parthenon And They Had Fused Together.

Can You Surf Really Well, Then?" I Looked At Grover, Who Was Trying Hard Not To Laugh. "jeez, Nico," I Said. "i've Never Really Tried." He Went On Asking Questions. Did I Fight A Lot With Thalia, Since She Was A Daughter Of Zeus? (i Didn't Answer That One.) If Annabeth's Mother Was Athena, The Goddess Of Wisdom, Then Why Didn't Annabeth Know Better Than To Fall Off A Cliff? (i Tried Not To Strangle Nico For Asking That One.) Was Annabeth My Girlfriend? (at This Point, I Was Ready To Stick The Kid In A Meat-flavored Sack And Throw Him To The Wolves.)

People Usually Asked Her If She Had A Belly Button. Of Course She Had A Belly Button. She Couldn't Explain How. She Didn't Really Want To Know.