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After college one summer, Rachel Elizabeth Dare showed up at Camp Half-Blood pregnant.
“Interesting,” said Dionysus. “Still among the living, Oracle? Oooh, did Apollo brand you with a letter 'A'? I read something like that. His style. Dramatic.”
“Nice to see you, too, Mr. D.” replied Rachel, face neutral.
Apollo grinned. “No need for my jealous rage mode,”
"Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of 'Mother'"
“He's in a Poe phase,” Rachel said, as if that explained it all.