THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.
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“You,” Annabeth said. “What have you done with Daedalus?”<br />
Quintus smiled faintly. “Trust me, my dear. You don’t want to meet him.”<br />
“Look, Mr. Traitor,” she growled, “I didn’t fight a dragon woman and a three-bodied man and a<br />
psychotic Sphinx to seeyou . <strong>No</strong>w where is DAEDALUS?”<br />
Quintus came down the stairs, holding his sword at his side. He was dressed in jeans and boots and his<br />
counselor’s T-shirt from Camp Half-Blood, which seemed like an insult now that we knew he was a spy.<br />
I didn’t know if I could beat him in a sword fight. He was pretty good. But I figured I would have to try.<br />
“You think I’m an agent of Kronos,” he said. “That I work for Luke.”<br />
“Well, duh,” said Annabeth.<br />
“You’re an intelligent girl,” he said. “But you’re wrong. I work only for myself.”<br />
“Luke mentioned you,” I said. “Geryon knew about you, too. You’ve been to his ranch.”<br />
“Of course,” he said. “I’ve been almost everywhere. Even here.”<br />
He walked past me like I was no threat at all and stood by the window. “The view changes from day to<br />
day,” he mused. “It’s always some place high up. Yesterday it was from a skyscraper overlooking<br />
Manhattan. The day before that, there was a beautiful view of Lake Michigan. But it keeps coming back<br />
to the Garden of the Gods. I think the Labyrinth likes it here. A fitting name, I suppose.”<br />
“You’ve been here before,” I said.<br />
“Oh, yes.”<br />
“That’s an illusion out there?” I asked.“A projection or something?”<br />
“<strong>No</strong>,” Rachel murmured. “It’s real. We’re really in Colorado.”<br />
Quintus regarded her. “You have clear vision, don’t you?you remind me of another mortal girl I once<br />
knew.Another princess who came to grief.”<br />
“Enough games,” I said. “What have you done with Daedalus?”<br />
Quintus stared at me. “My boy, you need lessons from your friend on seeing clearly. Iam Daedalus.”<br />
There were a lot of answers I might’ve given, from “I knew that” to “LIAR!” to “Yeah right, and I’m<br />
Zeus.”<br />
The only thing I could think to say was, “But you’re not an inventor! You’re a swordsman!”<br />
“I am both,” Quintus said.“And an architect.And a scholar. I also play basketball pretty well for a guy<br />
who didn’t start until he was two thousand years old. A real artist must be good at many things.”<br />
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