Does Truth Have A Moral?

A Weapon, I Told Horus. I Need A Weapon. I Reached Into The Duat And Pulled Out An Ostrich Feather. “really?” I Yelled. Horus Didn’t Answer

Percy Smiled At Her - That Sarcastic Troublemaker Smile That Had Annoyed Her For Years But Eventually Had Become Endearing. His Sea-green Eyes Were As Gorgeous As She Remembered. His Dark Hair Was Swept To One Side, Like He'd Just Come From A Walk On The Beach. He Looked Even Better Than He Had Six Months Ago - Tanner And Taller, Leaner And More Muscular. Percy Threw His Arms Around Her. They Kissed And For A Moment Nothing Else Mattered. An Asteroid Could Have Hit The Planet And Wiped Out All Life, And Annabeth Wouldn't Have Cared.

Percy Looked At His Friends. "i'm Getting Tired Of This Guy's Shirt." "combat Time?" Piper Grabbed Her Horn Of Plenty. "i Hate Wonder Bread," Jason Said. Together, They Charged.

I Couldn't Help Thinking About My Dream, With Annabeth Crumpled And Lifeless In Luke's Arms. Here I Was Rescuing Baby Monsters, But I Couldn't Save My Friend.

I Am Never, Ever, Going To Make Things Easy For You, Seaweed Brain. Get Used To It.