Our secret weapon, Khione! We're not just a bunch of demigods. We're a team.

Feel the wrath of wheat!

That’s Narmer with the spoon,” I guessed. “Angry because the other bloke stole his breakfast cereal?

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

Yay!” Tyson went around the couches and gave everyone a big hug—even Octavian, who didn't look thrilled about it.

Curled up at the base of the scales, fast asleep, was the oddest monster I'd seen yet. It had the head of crocodile with a lion's mane. The front half of its body was a lion, but the back end was sleek, brown, and fat - a hippo, I decided. The odd bit was, the animal was tiny - I mean, no larger than an average poodle, which I suppose made him a hippodoodle.

I imagined loading the God of the Sea into a taxi and taking him to the Upper East Side.