Wrath of the Triple Goddess

by Rick Riordan

“Hi,” I said. I have a way with words.

Greek Myth Land is full of triple goddesses: The Fates. The Gray Sisters. The Furies. Destiny’s Child. I couldn’t keep track of them all.

“One of us always speaks the truth!” said the horse. “One of us always lies!” said the lion. I was about to say, Wait, I know this riddle! Then the dog chimed in. “And one of us always says something completely random! RUTABAGA!” The horse and the lion glanced at the dog. “Dude,” said the horse. “We’ve talked about his,” said the lion.

“Once, this mansion was a school for magic—” “Weird concept,”

Shots fired

“We’re all going to die!” he sobbed. “We’re going to die with a puppy, which is always how I wanted to go, but still—”

he eats when he’s nervous, or when he’s not nervous, or just when there’s food in the vicinity.

“She might kill you a little,” I agreed. “But in a loving, caring way.

This is how my mind works. Welcome to the chaos.

“Hmm?” I mumbled. “Mm. Hmm…” Eloquence is one of my superpowers.

When I came out of the dressing room, Grover frowned. “I thought you had muscles and stuff.” “Dude,” I said.

Did she think I was dumb? Had I ever given her reason to—You know what? Forget I asked that.

I didn’t even wet my pants. Because heroism.