Bring It On, Pinecone Face!

Annabeth:my Fatal Flaw. That's What The Sirens Showed Me. My Fatal Flaw Is Hubris. Percy: The Brown Stuff They Spread On Veggie Sandwiches? Annabeth:no, Seaweed Brain. That's Hummus. Hubris Is Worse. Percy: What Could Be Worse Than Hummus? Annabeth: Hubris Means Deadly Pride, Percy. Thinking You Can Do Things Better Than Anyone Else... Even The Gods.

I Should’ve Been Very Cross With Anubis. Kissing Me Without Permission—the Nerve!

I Can Try To Disable It," I Said, "but If I Mess Up, This Whole Apartment Is Going To Fill With Gas. We'll Die." Thalia Swallowed. " I Trust You. Just... Don't Mess It Up.

Percy And Reyna Occupied Matching Praeters' Chairs On The Dais, Which Made Percy Self-conscious. It Wasn't Easy Looking Dignified Wearing A Bedsheet And A Purple Cape. "the Camp Is Safe," Octavian Continued. " I'll Be The First To Congragulate Our Heroes For Bringing Back The Legion's Eagle And So Much Imperial Gold! Truly We Have Been Blessed With Good Fortune. But Why Do More? Why Tempt Fate?" "i'm Glad You Asked." Percy Stood, Taking The Question As An Opening. Octavian Stammered, " I Wasn't--" "--part Of The Quest," Percy Said. "yes I Know. And Your'e Wise To Let Me Explain, Since I Was.

Before I Could Figure Out How To Apologize For Being Such An Idiot, She Tackled Me With A Hug, Then Pulled Away Just As Quickly. "i'm Glad You're Not A Guinea Pig." "me, Too." I Hoped My Face Wasn't As Red As It Felt.