Wrath of the Triple Goddess

by Rick Riordan

I’d never understood satyr rules for blending into the mortal world. Usually, they tried to disguise themselves as people to some extent. Mostly they seemed to rely on the Mist, the veil that confused human vision, to do the job for them. But when Grover opted for Crocs and a HUMAN hoodie, I had to wonder why he bothered at all. Maybe he was trying to explode mortal brains.

Maybe that sounds self-centered, but the idea of anybody writing a book about me makes me super paranoid.

“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. “CARBURETOR!” barked the dog. Even Annabeth seemed at a loss for words. “Um—”

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

“Have a good day at school, dear,” I told Annabeth. “Thanks, Mom!” She gave me a big wet kiss. “You guys and your public displays of affection,” Grover grumbled. On cue, Annabeth and I got on either side of him, wrapped him in a hug, and kissed him on either cheek with a big Mmm-whah! “Much better,” he muttered, blushing hard.

This one was Celestial bronze and engraved with LEO+PERCY 4EVER ♥, because Leo is a doofus.

I fished my pen-sword out of my pocket, because I too love to run with sharp objects.

But since I’m ADHD, the first question out of my mouth was “What’s the deal with the rat? You had, like, a million squirrels and one rat.” “Oh, that’s just Eustis,” Grover said. “He’s adopted.”

My first instinct was to put myself between Grover and danger. Grover’s first instinct was to put himself between me and the same danger. We ended up running into each other and both being directly in the splash zone.

“Can I be Spider-Man?” I asked. “Can I be Spider-Goat?” Grover asked. “We could do a multiverse thing.…”

(not with cinnamon toothpaste—never again!),

Generally, attacking children with a sword is considered a no-no.