We Can’t Make A Portal—” “we’ve Got

Either The Kid Was Naturally Hyper Or He Was Hopped Up On Enough Caffeine To Give A Heart Attack To A Water Buffalo.

The Entrance To The Underworld Is In Los Angeles.

My Dear Children!" Nellie Whopped Him Upside The Head With Her Backpack. "ow!" Uncle Alistair Curled Over, Cupping His Hand Over His Good Eye. "nellie!" Amy Said. "sorry," Nellie Muttered. "i Thought He Was One Of The Bad Guys.

I Hate To Tell You This,” Jason Said, “but I Think Your Leopard Just Ate A Goddess.

Annabeth Pressed Her Lips To Percy’s Ear. “i Love You.” She Wasn’t Sure He Could Hear Her—but If They Died, She Wanted Those To Be Her Last Words.