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- Luke knelt on a Persian rug in front of the golden sarcophagus of Kronos. In the moonlight, Luke’s blond hair looked pure white. He wore an Ancient Greek chiton and a white himation, a kind of cape that flowed down his shoulders. The white clothes made him look timeless and a little unreal, like one of the minor gods on Mount Olympus. The last time I’d seen him, he’d been broken and unconscious after a nasty fall from Mount Tam. Now he looked perfectly fine. Almost ioo healthy.
- ‘Our spies report success, my lord,’ he said. ‘Camp Half-Blood is sending a quest, as you predicted. Our side of the bargain is almost complete.’
- 'Excellent.' The voice of Kronos didn’t so much speak as pierce my mind like a dagger. It was freezing with cruelty. 'Once we have the means to navigate, I will lead the vanguard through myself.'
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- Battle of the Labyrinth, Chapter 5
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