You Sure You're Not A Roman, Annabeth?

After Our Mom Died, Her Parents (our Grandparents) Had This Big Court Battle With Dad. After Six Lawyers, Two Fistfights, And A Near Fatal Attack With A Spatula (don't Ask), They Won The Right To Keep Sadie With Them In England.

Yeah, Well. I Don’t Try To Be Awesome. It Just Comes Natural.

Hazel Blinked. “two Gods Had A Horse For A Kid?” “long Story.

You Never Know!” Neith Snapped. “the Point Is, I’ll Survive The Apocalypse. I Can Live Off The Land!” She Jabbed A Finger At Me. “did You Know The Palm Tree Has Six Different Edible Parts?” “um—” “and I’ll Never Be Bored,” Neith Continued, “since I’m Also The Goddess Of Weaving. I Have Enough Twine For A Millennium Of Macramé!” I Had No Reply, As I Wasn’t Sure What Macramé Was.

I Found That Things Weren't Going Well Upstairs. Carter Was A Crumpled Heap Of Chicken Warrior On The Slope Of The Pyramid.