The Wand Ricocheted Through The Swarm, Thumping

If You Were A God, How Would You Like Being Called A Myth, An Old Story To Explain Lightning? What If I Told You, Perseus Jackson, That Someday People Would Call You A Myth, Just Created To Explain How Little Boys Can Get Over Losing Their Mothers?

Piper Patted His Shoulder. “trust Me, Valdez. Beautiful People Never Lie.

And Of Course I'm In The Press All The Time. So Many Books Have Been Written About Me; Into Thin Air, Up In The Air,gone With The Wind-

Race You To The Road?" I Said. "you Are So Going To Lose." She (annabeth) Took Off Down Half-blood Hill And I Sprinted After Her. For Once, I Didn't Look Back.

Poseidon Grinned. "you're Doing Well With Those New Cabins, By The Way. I Suppose This Means I Can Claim All Those Other Sons And Daughters Of Mine And Send You Some Siblings Next Summer." "ha-ha." Poseidon Reeled In His Empty Line. I Shifted My Feet. "um, You Were Kidding, Right?" Poseidon Gave Me One Of His Inside-joke Winks, And I Still Didn't Know Whether He Was Serious Or Not.