Mortal Apollo running

That was good.’ Meg grinned, skipping along in her new green dress. ‘We’re going to make it!’
No, I thought, we’re not.
My chest ached. Each breath was a ragged wheeze. I resented that these two demigods could carry on a conversation while running for their lives while I, the immortal Apollo, was reduced to gasping like a catfish.


THO pg.56-57