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Halcyon Green was ancient, like sixty at least.
Thalia kissed me on the cheek, which she probably shouldn’t have done while I was holding a tube of deadly poison. “You are so good,” she said. Did that make the risk worth it? Yeah, pretty much.
It began yelling, “Help!” in a dozen voices, probably the voices of its past victims, until finally it disintegrated in the dark oily folds.
EXPLOSIVES, DO NOT SIT ON, and DRAKON EGGS, DO NOT STORE NEAR EXPLOSIVES.
“Surely you’ve seen network TV lately. It’s clear they don’t know whether they’re coming or going. That’s because Janus is in charge of programming. He loves ordering new shows and canceling them after two episodes. God of beginnings and endings, after all.
It was almost enough to make me turn vegetarian, except for the pesky fact that I loved cheeseburgers.
Call me old-fashioned, but I wanted to keep his focus on
me and not Annabeth. I think it’s polite for a guy to protect his girlfriend from instant incineration.
I will be the lord of traveling salesmen!” “That,” I said, “is truly evil.”
But Annabeth and I had been fighting together for years. We knew each other’s abilities. We could anticipate each other’s moves. I might have felt awkward and nervous about being her boyfriend, but fighting with her? That came naturally. Hmm…that sounded wrong. Oh, well.
It became a cell phone and rang to the tune of “Macarena.” George and Martha, now the size of earthworms, curled around the screen. Good one, George said. We danced to this at our wedding, Martha said. Remember, dear?
My girlfriend: sophomore honors student, demigod, and—oh, yeah—head architect for redesigning the palace of the gods on Mount Olympus in her spare time.
I smiled at the giant. “Actually, Cacus, I have another secret weapon.” The giant’s eyes lit up with greed. “Another weapon? I will steal it! I will copy it and sell the knockoffs for a profit! What is this secret weapon?” “Her name is Annabeth,” I said. “And she’s one of a kind.”
Without going into gruesome details, I can tell you that George and Martha helped out with the vermin problem. As we traveled north, they curled around the caduceus and dozed contentedly with bulging bellies.
Leo wondered if he’d been speaking English. Sometimes when he was agitated he slipped into Spanish, like his mom used to do in her workshop. But he was pretty sure he’d used English.
Buford hates being polished with Windex. It has to be Lemon Pledge with extra-moisturizing formula.
dressing up like Taco Claus (his personal invention),
Alabaster was a rather old-fashioned name. You didn’t hear it often, because most parents had the sense not to name their children after rocks.
