Percy Jackson and the Titan's Curse (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #3)

by Rick Riordan

After seeing Dr Thorn turn into a monster and plummet off the edge of a cliff with Annabeth, you’d think nothing else could shock me. But when this twelve-year-old girl told me she was the goddess Artemis, I said something really intelligent like, ‘Um … okay.’

‘Wow,’ Thalia muttered. ‘Apollo is hot.’ ‘He’s the sun god,’ I said. ‘That’s not what I meant.’

It seemed weird calling a teenager ‘sir’, but I’d learned to be careful with immortals. They tended to get offended easily. Then they blew stuff up.

Five shall go west to the goddess in chains, One shall be lost in the land without rain, The bane of Olympus shows the trail, Campers and Hunters combined prevail, The Titan’s curse must one withstand, And one shall perish by a parent’s hand.

Besides, Aphrodite thinks you’re some kinda soap-opera star or something.

‘Let us find the dam snack bar,’ Zoë said. ‘We should eat while we can.’ Grover cracked a smile. ‘The dam snack bar?’ Zoë blinked. ‘Yes. What is funny?’ ‘Nothing,’ Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. ‘I could use some dam French fries.’ Even Thalia smiled at that. ‘And I need to use the dam restroom.’

There is always a way for those clever enough to find it.

‘What’s Mount Othrys?’ I asked, feeling like a fool as usual.

There are parties, and then there are huge, major, blowout parties. And then there are Olympian parties. If you ever get a choice, go for the Olympian.