Wrath of the Triple Goddess

by Rick Riordan

there are hundreds of Greek gods.

Apparently, I smelled like Purina Catch o’ the Day to hellhounds.

You never get just one kind of thing in this city. It’s always every flavor all the time. That’s why I love it.

Under this collection was a brass plaque engraved with WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.

My plan to confuse her until her head exploded was going well.

“I warned you,” said Hecate, her tone surprisingly gentle. “They will never accept a woman of your power.”

Fortunately, there was Annabeth. (That sentence describes a lot of my life, actually.)

there was something very New York about his tone: hard, disdainful, unimpressed.

We needed to end this.

need one more letter, right?”