The Demigod Files (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

by Rick Riordan

Her Aphrodite armor was pink and red, color coordinated to match her clothes and makeup. She looked like Guerilla Warfare Barbie.

We locked eyes. Our faces were, like, two inches apart. My chest felt a little funny, like my heart was trying to do jumping jacks.

“I’ve made my peace with them,” I said. “They’ve passed on. They’re not ghosts.

“You’re my friend,” I blurted out. “You’re . . . Bob.”

They weren’t thrilled about lugging Bob the Titan too, but I didn’t have the heart to leave him behind, especially after he noticed my shoulder wound, said, “Owie,” and healed it with a touch.