Being a demigod wasn't my definition of fun. But it definitely involved these three words: dying, dying, and finally, more dying. The world never made sense to me. I couldn't figure out why I could see monsters while others couldn't. I didn't understand the odd powers I seemed to have. None of it made sense. Until he came. Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, hero of the Titan War. As Gaea starts to rise, I begin to doubt everything I was ever taught. There are only two things I'm certain of, now. I'm probably going to get myself killed, and my very much inconvenient crush on Nico di Angelo.
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