Vulcan?" Leo Demanded. "i Don't Even Like

I Get Letters From College Kids Who Have Read Percy Jackson When They Were Younger Who Tell Me, 'i Just Passed My Classics Exam.' The Books Are Accurate Enough That They Can Serve As A Gateway To Homer And Virgil.

We Are Servants Of Ma’at—order And Justice. We Don’t Kill Our Enemies For Things They Might Do In The Future.

We Got An Expression Ride Back To The Palace Of Hades. Nico Sent Word Ahead, Thanks To Some Ghost He Summoned Out Of The Ground, And Within A Few Minutes The Three Furies Themselves Arrived To Ferry Us Back. They Weren't Thrilled About Lugging Bob The Titan, Too, But I Didn't Have The Heart To Leave Him Behind, Especially After He Noticed My Shoulder Wound, Said, "owie", And Healed It With A Touch.

No, No, I Never Mess Around.

I Figure The World Is Basically A Machine. I Don't Know Who Made It, If It Was The Fates, Or The Gods, Or The Capital-g God Or Whatever. But It Chugs Along The Way It's Supposed To Most Of The Time. Sure, Little Pieces Break Off And Stuff Goes Haywire Once In A While, But Mostly... Things Happen For A Reason.