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- >It happened so fast, Annabeth would have been dead if she'd been on her own...She had time to think: *Archne.* But she was frozen in terror, her senses smothered by the sickly sweet smell.
- >Then she hear the familiar *SHINK* of Percy's ballpoint pen transforming into a sword. His blade swept over her head in a glowing bronze arc. A horrible wail echoed through the canyon.
- *pgs. 49-50 HoH*
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