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I just don’t want to put you in danger,’ I said. ‘I kind of hoped you could be my one connection to the regular world.’
Annabeth stared at me. She snorted and began to laugh. ‘Wow. You have no idea how funny that is.’ She took a deep breath. ‘Magnus, if you had any clue about how weird my life is –’

WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY LMAOOOO

FORTY-EIGHT
Hearthstone Passes Out Even More than Jason Grace (Though I Have No Idea Who That Is)

OMG I DO!!! I KNOW WHO THAT ISSSSSS

With all the other stuff going on, I’d forgotten about the scarf. ‘Yeah,
what was that about? You’ve got an invisibility hijab?’


kind of pjo reference??

so I had a conversation with my weapon. (Because that wasn’t crazy at all.)
‘Could you do a glamour and turn into something smaller?’ I asked it.
‘Preferably not a chain, since it’s no longer the 1990s?’
The sword didn’t reply (duh), but I imagined it was humming at a more
interrogative pitch, like, Such as what?
‘I dunno. Something pocket-size and innocuous. A pen, maybe?’

pjo reference???

Halfborn’s shaggy eyebrows achieved orbit. ‘Squirrel as in squirrel squirrel?’
‘Squirrel squirrel,’ Mallory confirmed. ‘And I’m surrounded by moron morons.’

I scanned the bookshelves: my favourite fantasy and horror authors from
when I was younger – Stephen King, Darren Shan, Neal Shusterman,
Michael Grant, Joe Hill; my favourite graphic-novel series – Scott Pilgrim,
Sandman, Watchmen, Saga

OMGOMGOMG NEAL SHUSTERMAN MENTIONED???

The perks included a sauna, a hot tub, a walkin wardrobe, a walk-in shower and a walk-in toilet.

h-how would that even work??

People tended to spell it Mangus, rhymes with Angus. I always corrected
them: No, it’s Magnus, rhymes with swag-ness. At which point they would
stare at me blankly.

SWAGGY MAGGIE STELLA I GET IT NOWWWWW

FLOOM! I hit the water.
Then I died. The end.

the end!
*sighs*
this story was GREAT

Before he could recover, my sword leaped upward and slashed his face.
With a howl, Surt stumbled back, cupping his hands over his nose

omg voldy moldy has a twin nowwww <3333

In short, it was the saddest, flimsiest, most disgusting piece of scrap I’d ever magically pulled from a river.
‘At last!’ Randolph lifted his eyes to the heavens. I got the feeling that, if not for his bum knee, he might’ve knelt on the ground and offered a prayer to the non-existent Norse gods.
‘Yeah.’ I hefted my new prize. ‘I feel safer already.’

me too 😊