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by
Rick Riordan
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January 12 - January 15, 2024
I will never understand how you mortals tolerate it. You live your entire life trapped in a sack of meat, unable to enjoy simple pleasures like changing into a hummingbird or dissolving into pure light.
real
Her eyes glinted darkly like a crow’s. (I can make that comparison because I invented crows.)
(I know that last statement seems obvious. Everyone who meets me is fortunate, but you take my meaning.)
I took a deep breath. Then I did my usual motivational speech in the mirror: “You are gorgeous and people love you!”
Zeus seemed to consider egotism a trait the boy had inherited from me. Which is ridiculous. I am much too self-aware to be egotistical.
Then I’d remember Herodotus didn’t have a smartphone, because he had been dead since the Iron Age.
“I see.” In truth, I didn’t see.
It always disappointed me when mortals put themselves first and failed to see the big picture—the importance of putting me first
“Seven layers?” I looked up in wonder. “You knew seven is my sacred number? You invented this for me?” Sally wiped her hands on her apron. “Well, actually, I can’t take credit—” “You are too modest!” I tried some of the dip. It tasted almost as good as ambrosia nachos. “You will have immortal fame for this, Sally Jackson!”
“Shiny blobs,” Meg said. “They were shiny and sort of…blobby.” Percy nodded gravely. “Those are the worst kind.”
“I’m sure I’ve retained some powers,” I said. “I’m still gorgeous, for instance,
“I suck at archery,” Percy explained. “Yes, but I don’t,” I said. “This is why you should always plan for my needs.”
“A Catch-88.” I sighed. Meg threw a piece of lint at me. “It’s a Catch-22.” “No,” I explained patiently. “This is a Catch-88, which is four times as bad.”
My only coherent thought was: YIKES!
“You know, I keep thinking, I have now killed every single thing in Greek mythology. But the list never seems to end.”
When in doubt, I usually assumed the conversation was about me.
Old Gray Eyes
The only one waiting for me—oh, joy and happiness—was my young overlord, Meg,
Will turned to me. “I apologize for my boyfriend.” Nico rolled his eyes. “Could you not—” “Would you prefer special guy?” Will asked.
“Understood.” Will looked at Nico. “Will you be my buddy?” “You are a dork,” Nico announced. The two of them strolled off bickering.
love them <3
Nico smiled thinly. “I have a note from my doctor.” Will raised his hand. “I’m his doctor.”
Bad news: I died. Good news: I got better!
a holographic golden sickle with a few sheaves of wheat, rotating just above Meg McCaffrey. A boy in the crowd gasped. “She’s a communist!”
Oh, why does college have to happen to perfectly good people?
I mean her other father. And, yes, of course it’s possible for a demigod child to spring from such a relationship. Why not? Zeus gave birth to Dionysus out of his own thigh. Athena once had a child who was created from a handkerchief.
Stop it, Apollo, I scolded myself. You’re beautiful and everyone loves you.
Nico is going to pass out any second.” “No, I’m not,” Nico complained, then passed out.
