I disobeyed Ra's wishes, and so he ordered my onw father, Shu-" "Hang on," I said. "Shoe?" "S-h-u," she said. "The god of the wind." "On." I wished these gods had names that wearn't common household objects. "Go on, please.

Are you crazy?" "Probably

Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good.

And you, Percy, are my favorite son.

She grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, which effectively shut him up.

Oh, don't mind me! Just the queen of the heavens, dying over here!

One down," Beckendorf said. "About five thousand to go." He tossed me a jar of thick green liquid—Greek fire, one of the most dangerous magical substances in the world. Then he threw me another essential tool of demigod heroes—duct tape