Wrath of the Triple Goddess

See?” Annabeth stepped back and studied the roofline. “I bet those gargoyles come to life.”
“Not taking that bet.”

To me, that seemed a little strange, since we had terrifying experiences all year round without having to design them.

“Comfy marshmallows in a glass temple,” I said. “Okay, I’m sold.”
She squeezed my hand

I’d had a bad experience at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and by bad experience I mean almost getting killed by my sixth-grade math teacher when she turned out to be a Fury.

Her eyes gleamed with humor.
I’m not sure if you’ve ever had this experience—when you see someone you know from a distance, and for a split second you don’t recognize them. Your brain just registers, Oh, that person looks amazing. Then you realize it’s someone you’ve known for years—your girlfriend, in fact—and that sends a tingle of happiness through your whole body.

See? I can be charming when I’m not causing chaos. Sometimes even when I am causing chaos.

Now that I thought about it, my friend Hazel had said something along those lines…

Boys!” she said.
“Sorry to barge in,” Grover said.
“Not at all!”

One thing about me and my mom: she never pushes me to talk about something if I’m not ready. I try to give her the same courtesy.

double-shot latte and a strawberry muffin for Grover.
I gave Grover the side-eye. There are two things that will send him into a hyperactive meltdown. One is coffee. The other is strawberry-flavored anything.