I Hoped I Wasn't Blushing. It Was

Oh, I Wouldn't Say Love Always Makes You Happy. Sometimes It Makes You Incredibly Sad.

Jason's Fingers Itched To Draw His Sword. He'd Met Plenty Of Scary Demigods, But He Was Starting To Realize That Nico Di Angelo--as Pale And Gaunt As He Looked--might Be More Than He Could Handle.

Somewhere Behind Me, Zia Yelled, "hippo!" Which I Thought Was A Little Late. She Stumbled Toward Me Over The Rocking Deck, The Tip Of Her Staff On Fire. Our Ghostly Pal Setne Floated Behind Her, Grinning With Delight. "there Is It!" Setne Shook His Diamond Pink Rings. "told Ya Apophis Would Send A Monster To Kill You." "you're So Smart!" I Shouted. "now, How Do We Stop It?

Maybe If He Did Really Well They'd Give Him Some Mouldy Apples.

So...your Name Means Mr.underwear." -frank