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Annabeth Recognized Something Else In Her Face, Too - In The Hard Set Of Her Mouth And The Deliberate Way She Raised Her Chin Like She Was Ready To Accept Any Challenge. Reyna Was Forcing A Look Of Courage, While Holding Back A Mixture Of Hopefulness And Worry And Fear That She Couldn't Show In Public. Annabeth Knew That Expression. She Saw It Every Time She Looked In A Mirror.

Elections Only Happen In Two Ways," Reyna Said. "either The Legion Raises Someone On A Shield After A Major Success On The Battlefield-and We Haven't Had Any Major Battles-or We Hold A Ballot On The Evening Of June 24, At The Feast Of Fortuna. That's In Five Days." Percy Frowned. "you Have A Feast For Tuna?

And I Could Always Set Coach Hedge On Fire,” Leo Volunteered. “then He Can Be Fire.” The Thought Of A Blazing Satyr Screaming, “die, Scumbag!” As He Attacked Gaea Was Almost Enough To Make Piper Laugh— Almost.

Juno: "the Heroes Of Olympus Must Unite! After Your Victory Over Kronos In Manhattan...well I Fear That Wounded Jupiter's Self-esteem." Percy: Cause I Was Right And He Was Wrong" Juno: "he Should Be Used To That After Being Married To Me So Long, But Alas.

I Don't Like You Two Going Off On You Won. Just Remember: Behave. If I Hear About Any Funny Business, I Will Ground You Until The Styx Freezes Over.