With my sister perched on my arm, I walked to the elevator. A business man with a rolling suitcase was waiting by the doors. His eyes widened as he saw me. I must’ve looked pretty strange—a tall black kid in dirty, ragged Egyptian clothes, with a weird box tucked under one arm and a bird of prey perched on the other. “How’s it going?” I said. “I’ll take the stairs.” He hurried off.

Well, actually it carried Cadmus. Europa fell off and died along the way, but that's not important.' It was probably important to her.

so mortals tend to see only what they can understand.

I wondered if Olympus had gone to a commercial break, or if our ratings had been any good.

My girlfriend: sophomore honors student, demigod, and — oh, yeah — head architect for redesigning the palace of the gods on Mount Olympus in her spare time.

The telkine growled and muttered as he tapped on his keyboard. Maybe he was messaging his friends on uglyface.com

So you can't live in Manhattan?' she asked. Amos's brow furrowed as he looked across at the Empire State Building. 'Manhattan has other problems. Other gods. It's best we stay separate.