Wrath of the Triple Goddess

by Rick Riordan

Then it farted again, because etiquette.

Grover trotted beside me. “If Hecuba’s inside,” he said, “maybe we can coax her out with—OH, NO!” He slammed on the brakes. (Imagine his hooves had brakes.)

My sword was better at slashy-slashy than stabby-stabby, and I did not want to slashy-slashy Annabeth. That would make her mad.

She snarled, “You shall not pass!” “Wait, I know that line,” I said. “It’s from the wizard guy in Lord of the Rings.”