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THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.

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Then, as I watched, a tiny silver plant sprang out of the soil—a babymoonlace , growing in the warm<br />

summer night.<br />

“Nice plant,” a voice said.<br />

I jumped. Nicodi Angelo was standing on the fire escape right next to me. He’d just appeared there.<br />

“Sorry,” he said.“Didn’t mean to startle you.”<br />

“That’s—that’s okay. I mean…what are you doing here?”<br />

He’d grown about an inch taller over the last couple of months. His hair was a shaggy black mess. He<br />

worea black T-shirt, black jeans , and a new silver ring shaped like a skull. His Stygian iron sword hung<br />

at his side.<br />

“I’ve done some exploring,” he said. “Thought you’d like to know, Daedalus got his punishment.”<br />

“You saw him?”<br />

Nico nodded. “Minos wanted to boil him in cheese fondue for an eternity, but my father had other ideas.<br />

Daedalus will be building overpasses and exit ramps in Asphodel for all time. It’ll help ease the traffic<br />

congestion. Truthfully, I think the old guy is pretty happy with that. He’s still building.Still creating. And he<br />

gets to see his son andPerdix on the weekends.”<br />

“That’s good.”<br />

Nico tapped at his silver ring. “But that’s not the real reason I’ve come. I’ve found out some things. I<br />

want to make you an offer.”<br />

“What?”<br />

“The way to beat Luke,” he said. “If I’m right, it’s theonly way you’ll stand a chance.”<br />

I took a deep breath. “Okay. I’m listening.”<br />

Nico glanced inside my room. His eyebrows furrowed. “Is that…is that blue birthday cake?”<br />

He sounded hungry, maybe a little wistful. I wondered if the poor kid had ever had a birthday party, or if<br />

he’d ever even been <strong>invited</strong> to one.<br />

“Come inside for some cake and ice cream,” I said. “It sounds like we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

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