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In San Francisco.’ She said this the same way she might say Fields of Punishment or Hades’s gym shorts.
The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.
If Annabeth’s mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn’t Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavoured sack and throw him to the wolves.)
With my luck, the only name Mrs Gottschalk would remember would be ‘Percy Jackson’, and then I’d be the subject of a nationwide manhunt… again.
‘Who can blame her?’ Grover said. ‘Eternity with Artemis?’ He heaved a big sigh. Thalia rolled her eyes. ‘You satyrs. You’re all in love with Artemis. Don’t you get that she’ll never love you back?’ ‘But she’s so… into nature,’ Grover swooned. ‘You’re nuts,’ said Thalia. ‘Nuts and berries,’ Grover said dreamily. ‘Yeah.’
‘Wow,’ Thalia muttered. ‘Apollo is hot.’ ‘He’s the sun god,’ I said. ‘That’s not what I meant.’
‘Cool car,’ Nico said. ‘Thanks, kid,’ Apollo said. ‘But how will we all fit?’ ‘Oh.’ Apollo seemed to notice the problem for the first time. ‘Well, yeah. I hate to change out of sports-car mode, but I suppose…’
I wanted to strangle Mr D. It wasn’t fair Zeus had sent him here to dry out as camp director for a hundred years. It was meant to be a punishment for Mr D’s bad behavior on Olympus, but it ended up being a punishment for all of us.
‘And, whoa!’ He looked at Mr D. ‘You’re the wine dude? No way!’ Mr D turned his eyes away from me and gave Nico a look of loathing. ‘The wine dude?’ ‘Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I’ve got your figurine.’ ‘My figurine.’
nico is love, nico is life <3
‘Nico, this is serious. Real swords. These can hurt.’ He stared at me, a little disappointed, and I realized that I’d just sounded like my mother. Whoa. Not a good sign.
‘Mr D,’ Chiron sighed, ‘with all due respect, whose side are you on?’ Dionysus raised his eyebrows. ‘Sorry, my dear centaur. Just trying to be helpful.’
Everybody looked at Dionysus, I guess because he was the only god present and gods are supposed to know things. He was flipping through a wine magazine, but when everyone got silent he glanced up. ‘Well, don’t look at me. I’m a young god, remember? I don’t keep track of all those ancient monsters and dusty Titans. They make for terrible party conversation.’
lol
‘Blackjack,’ I said, ‘you’re supposed to stay in the stables.’ Meh, the stables. You see Chiron staying in the stables? ‘Well… no.’ Exactly. Listen, we got another little sea friend needs your help.
