The Hidden Oracle

Will turned to me. “I apologize for my boyfriend.”
Nico rolled his eyes. “Could you not—”
“Would you prefer special guy?” Will asked. “Or significant other?”
“Significant annoyance, in your case,” Nico grumbled.
“Oh, I’ll get you for that.”

That pretty much describes my entire life: Because Poseidon.”

a New York State junior driver’s license featuring a photo of a dorky, curly-haired teen who could not possibly be me, with the name Lester Papadopoulos. The cruelty of Zeus knew no bounds

“And Nico,” said Nico. “I have a doctor’s note.”
“Fine!” I said.

THY CHANTING SUCKETH.

Percy Jackson had arrived.

Meanwhile, Ellis and Cecil stood on either side of the Colossus, throwing rocks at his shins. From the camp, a volley of flaming ballista projectiles exploded against Mr. Gorgeous’s naked backside, which made me clench in sympathy.

Buck-naked statue

A Neurotic Colossus

Where art thy undies?

Don’t blame me, his tone implied. It’s the lightning bolt that seared every molecule in your body. Many years later, when I killed the Cyclopes who made Zeus’s lightning, it was no rash decision. I’d always hated those lightning bolts. It was easier than hating my father.

Listen to the trees

The trees know what is up, yo

They know all the things