Novelas y relatos de Telemachus Epic

Odysseus says once we’ve calmed, “so you may eat. Then I will tell you about the Phlegethon... and the centaurs.” “Centaurs!” Summer squeals, visibly vibrating. “Like Chiron from Percy Jackson? Or those party-animal ones that trashed Luke’s boat?” Odysseus tilts his head. “Chiron was unique. The wisest and most just of all Kronos’s spawn. I do not know this Percy Jackson, but I assure you—no other centaur is like Chiron.” Summer deflates a little. “So... no party centaurs.” Odysseus gives a mirthless laugh. “If you wanted fun, you should not have come to Tartarus, friend she-wolf.”

Demoleon assured, taking his arm. “De...Demoleon?” Amphidocus stammered, looking at him like he saw a ghost. “Yeah. It’s me. I’m not dead. Eurymedsua, Andromache, Europa, and Melite are all safe too.” he assured him, rubbing both the boy’s arms. There was a level of familiarity between them I didn’t want to ask about.