Hey, wake up.” Reyna’s eyes fluttered open. Gleeson Hedge was leaning over her, shaking her shoulder. “We got trouble.” His grave tone got her blood moving. “What is it?” She struggled to sit up. “Ghosts? Monsters?” Hedge scowled. “Worse. Tourists.
Alex promised to keep watch. At least I think that’s what she said. She could have announced I’ll invite Loki into camp and kill you all in your sleep! HAHAHAHA! and I still would’ve passed out.
Flirting with random women in a tavern? That sounds like Helios. Well, it sounds like most of the gods, actually.
Chiron looked surprised. “I thought that would be obvious enough. The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.
Still, Hazel Levesque impressed him – even when she wasn’t sitting atop a scary immortal supersonic horse who cussed like a sailor.
Self-pity isn’t helpful, kid. It isn’t worthy of you.
With great power, comes great need to take a nap. -Nico di Angelo aka The Ghost King.
How many times had I been caught in such a dilemma? Do I destroy the Trojans or the Greeks? Do I flirt with my sister’s Hunters and risk getting slapped, or do I flirt with Britomartis and risk getting blow up? These are the kind of choices that define us.
The circumference could have accommodated a Roman hippodrome. A.
Well... that sucks. I don’t suppose you’d cut it out, then, if we asked nicely?
You can count on me. I won’t fail.” “Not failing would be good.
Me too!” Frank said. “I mean... lactose intolerant. Not a reptile. Though I can be a reptile sometimes –.
The winged stallion came in for a landing. He trotted over to Percy and nuzzled his face, then turned his head inquisitively toward Piper and Jason. “Blackjack,” Percy said, “this is Piper and Jason. They’re friends.” The horse nickered. “Uh, maybe later,” Percy answered. Piper had heard that Percy could speak to horses, being the son of the horse lord Poseidon, but she’d never seen it in action. “What does Blackjack want?” she asked. “Donuts,” Percy said. “Always donuts.
Ah, what good times the nature god and I had had in ancient days, dancing and cavorting in the wilderness! Pan had been a first-class cavorter. Then humans destroyed most of the wilderness, and Pan faded into nothing. You humans. You’re why we gods can’t have nice things.
Hiding in a tunnel made by exterminated brownies while a five-ton dragon dragged himself overhead presented all kinds of possibilities for a painful demise.
For now.” Nico smiled. “We’re still trying to get in touch with the West Coast. You’ll have a few dozen people out there who will definitely want to hit you.
Personally,” Mr. D continued, “I couldn’t care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper today. Peter Johnson.” Chiron murmured something. “Er, Percy Jackson,” Mr. D corrected. “That’s right. Hurrah, and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on.
The Greeks called this place the omphalos, literally the belly button of the earth, though they never specified whether it was an innie or an outie.
Reyna managed a smile. She was starting to appreciate the differences between satyrs and fauns. If she ever fell asleep with a faun on duty, she’d wake up with her supplies stolen, a moustache drawn on her face and the faun long gone. Coach Hedge was different – mostly good different, though he did have an unhealthy obsession with martial arts and baseball bats.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages – if you feel something stirring inside – stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And.