i don't want to look at anything else now that I saw you...
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[heroes of olympus]
[the lost hero]
book 1 of the golden love series
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DAYLIGHT WAS FADING, the sun chariot descending from the sky to make way for the moon chariot to ascend. Below them, a city sat on a cliff overlooking a river. The plains around it were dusted with snow, but the city itself glowed warmly in the winter sunset. Buildings crowded together inside high walls like a medieval town, and in the center was an actual castle, with massive red brick walls and a square tower with a peaked, green gabled roof.
"Tell me that's Quebec and not Santa's workshop," Leo said, stretching as he woke up.
"Yeah, Quebec City," Piper confirmed. "One of the oldest cities in North America. Founded around sixteen hundred or so?"
Leo raised an eyebrow. "Your dad do a movie about that too?" he said, like it was an inside joke.
Piper rolled her eyes playfully, "I read sometimes, okay? My dad doesn't need to do a movie on it for me to know stuff."
"So you know anything 'bout this castle?" Lyra asked.
"A hotel, I think."
Leo laughed. "No way."
Meanwhile, Jason was scanning the air carefully, like something was going to come at them at any moment.
As they got closer, Lyra realised Piper was right. The grand entrance was bustling with doormen, valets, and porters taking bags. Sleek black luxury cars idled in the drive. People in elegant suits and winter cloaks hurried to get out of the cold.
"The North Wind is staying in a hotel?" Leo said. "That can't be-"
"Heads up, guys," Jason interrupted. "We got company!"
Lyra looked below and saw what Jason meant. Rising from the top of the tower were two winged figures-angry angels, with nasty-looking swords.
Festus swooped to a halt in midair, wings beating and talons bared, and made a rumbling sound in his throat.
"Steady, boy," Leo muttered.
"Are they storm spirits?" Lyra asked Jason who didn't respond.
As the angels got closer, Lyra realised she was wrong. They were much more solid than venti. They looked like regular teenagers except for their icy white hair and feathery purple wings. Their bronze swords were jagged, like icicles. Their faces looked similar enough that they might've been brothers, but they definitely weren't twins.
One was the size of an ox, with a bright red hockey jersey, baggy sweatpants, and black leather cleats. The guy clearly had been in too many fights, because both his eyes were black, and when he bared his teeth, several of them were missing.
The other guy looked like he was trying to imitate the style from the 1980's, but was failing miserably. His ice-white hair was long and feathered into a mullet. He wore pointy-toed leather shoes, designer pants that were way too tight, and a god-awful silk shirt with the top three buttons open. Maybe he thought he looked like a groovy love god, but he was scrawny as fuck and had a really bad case of acne.
