The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #5)

by Rick Riordan

“Not all powers are spectacular.” Hestia looked at me. “Sometimes the hardest power to master is the power of yielding. Do you believe me?”

“I am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all that’s left. Home. Hearth. I am the last Olympian. You must remember me when you face your final decision.”

I thought about what Hestia had said, about how hard it was to yield, and I figured maybe my mom was finding that out. “Percy,” she said, “I give you my blessing.”

Even in the dead of night, New York is never silent. But it was now. I felt like my best friend had suddenly dropped dead.

The noise was like a cannon barrage combined with a football stadium crowd—like every Patriots fan in New England was charging us with bazookas.

I don’t want him to hurt you anymore.” Annabeth pursed her lips. I could tell she was trying not to get mad. “And you’ll understand if I keep hoping there’s a chance you’re wrong.”

“You know what would help this boy?” Demeter mused. “Farming.” Persephone rolled her eyes. “Mother—” “Six months behind a plow. Excellent character building.”

stared at her. Maybe I wasn’t the brightest guy in the world when it came to girls, but I was pretty sure Rachel had just dumped me, which was lame considering we’d never even been together.