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The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.”
She loved reading so much, I’d forgotten she was dyslexic, too.
“I am impertinent,” I said.
I felt like drowning myself. The only problem: I was immune to drowning.
“We thought you’d gone to Hades the hard way!”
“You couldn’t read my name correctly. Are you dyslexic, lad?” “No,” I said. “I’m dead.”
The dead aren’t scary. They’re just sad.
So few people did good in their lives. It was depressing.
I wanted to say, Well, these guys don’t look like peace activists. But I thought that might be a dangerous answer.
The sea does not like to be restrained.”
“Your mother is a queen among women,” Poseidon said wistfully. “I had not met such a mortal woman in a thousand years. Still…I am sorry you were born, child. I have brought you a hero’s fate, and a hero’s fate is never happy. It is never anything but tragic.”
There was a different light in his eyes, a fiery kind of pride. “You did well, Perseus. Do not misunderstand me. Whatever else you do, know that you are mine. You are a true son of the Sea God.”
“Poseidon called you a queen,” I told her. “He said he hadn’t met a woman like you in a thousand years.”
“He offered to stop the tide for me once. He offered to build me a palace at the bottom of the sea. He thought he could solve all my problems with a wave of his hand.”