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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.

I'm Just A Kid, Chiron," I Said Miserably. "what Good Is One Lousy Hero Against Something Like Kronos?" Chiron Managed A Smile. '"what Good Is One Lousy Hero'? Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain Said Something Like That To Me Once, Just Before He Single-handedly Changed The Course Of Your Civil War.

Everyone Hates Clowns," Otis Said. "even Other Clowns Hate Clowns.

I Want A Room Decorated With Bones!" Dan Said. "where'd They Come From?" "cemeteries," Amy Said. "back In The 1700s, The Cemeteries Were Getting Overcrowded, So They Decided To Dig Up Tons Of Old Bodies–all Their Bones–and Move Them Into The Catacombs. The Thing Is...look At The Dates. See When They Started Moving Bones Into The Catacombs?" Dan Squinted At The Screen. He Didn't See What She Was Talking About. "is It My Birthday?

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.