Ever Hold Your Hand Over A Torch

Sounds Like A Plan Worthy Of Athena.

If I'm Dead," He Murmured. "why Does It Hurt So Much?

Well . . . Sure Good To Be Together Again. Arguing. Almost Dying. Abject Terror. Oh, Look. It's Our Floor.

Now, As Far As I Knew, He (luke) Was Still Sailing Around On His Demon-infested Cruise Ship While The Chopped-up Lord Kronos Re-formed, Bit By Bit, In A Golden Sarcophagus, Biding His Time Until He Had Enough Power To Challenge The Olympian Gods. In Demigod-speak, We Call This A “problem.” - Percy, 'the Battle Of The Labyrinth

Mythologically Speaking, If There's Anything I Hate Worse Than Trios Of Old Ladies, It's Bulls. Last Summer, I Fought The Minotaur On Top Of Half-blood Hill. This Time What I Saw Up There Was Even Worse: Two Bulls. And Not Just Regular Bulls - Bronze Ones The Size Of Elephants. And Even That Wasn't Bad Enough. Naturally They Had To Breathe Fire, Too.