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Okay, so I've decided to do a review for each of the five books, starting with of course, The Lost Hero. These are my opinions so please respect them, thank you:)

Character/Narrator Review



Jason: I didn't quite like him, but I didn't hate him either. I guess I'm more neutral to him than anything? When I rank the seven from best to worst, he'd probably be number 6, but before I read The Mark of Athena he would be number 7.

Anyway, onto reviewing his actual character. I don't know, I kind of found him to be the most boring character in this book, and I wasn't quite as hyped reading Jason...

Ahh screw it. I'm gonna keep this short and really simple. Unlike my monstrosity articles that go on for pages and pages.

First, to kill off theories on Leo Valdez and Sammy Valdez.

1.) SAMMY VALDEZ IS NOT REINCARNATED AS LEO VALDEZ. Simple explanation as to why, because the math doesn't work out. Aye, que caramba! It doesn't! And LEO ISN'T SAMMY. GODDAMNITPEOPLE They are two totally different people. There's gonna be some huge twist over how they are related/not related. But they aren't reincarnated, and the only thing I see that might work is that Leo is Sammy's grandson. But that seems to...

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Percy

As long as we're together…

They were still together, but for how long, Percy didn't know.

Percy's free hand grappled at the air, while his other hand clung to Annabeth's sweaty, pale hand, as the world around him got darker and darker, and the light above them, marking his friend's silhouettes got smaller until it was only a tiny pin point, and then it was gone.

A feeling of freefall was not a new to him. But the feeling of freefalling into Tartarus, the endless cesspool of evil, was entirely new. Percy wasn't one of those daredevils...

So, this is a different take on the long awaited percabeth reunion coming up in "The Mark of Athena" I thought it was fun to wite and I hope you guys like it...

“Mumee? Would you tell me a story?”
The child’s mother sat on her bed, and the girl’s shoulders slumped. The stormy grey eyes she looked into seemed to be calculating an escape route. That was the thing about Sally’s mother. She was always worrying, and she never gave two bedtime stories. ‘Wise girl’ Sally thought ‘Daddy says mommy likes to be called wise girl.’
“Please wise girl?” Sally tried imitating her father’s...