We Can’t Make A Portal—” “we’ve Got

The More You Know, The More You Try To Change Them, And That Can Be Disastrous.

Yeah, Well,” Nico Said, “not Giving People A Second Thought…that Can Be Dangerous.

Beckendorf, Whose Legs Were Now Working Fine (nothing Like Being Chased By A Huge Monster To Get Your Body Back In Order) Shook His Head And Gasped For Breath. “you Shouldn’t Have Turned It On! It’s Unstable! After A Few Years, Automatons Go Wild!

Do Yourself A Favor,' I Said. "forget It. Forget You Ever Saw Me." "forget That You Tried To Kill Me Too?" "yeah. That, Too." "but Who Are You?" "percy-" I Started To Say. Then The Skeletons Turned Around. "gotta Go!" "what Kind Of Name Is Percy Gotta-go?" I Bolted For The Exit.

What? You Run? Coward! Stand Still And Die!” Percy Had No Intention Of Doing That.