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December 31, 2010
I tried not to look Ares in the eye.

He was shorter than I expected him to be—Athena was taller even, and I felt sure that must have rubbed him wrong. Who knew the God of War was a shorty? No wonder he had a Napoleon complex.

I knew he could send me through the side of a mountain just by looking at me though. I also knew my best chance was to get him to lose his self-control.

Find their weakness and exploit it mercilessly, my mother had told me. If anyone would know that, she would.