He Warned Me The Greediest Wishes Cause

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

Now, My Brethren!" Poseidon's Voice Was So Loud I Wasn't Sure If I Was Hearing It From The Smoke Image Or From All The Way Across Town. "strike For Olympus!

Hermes Has Threatened Me With Slow Mail. Lousy Internet Service And A Horrible Stock Market If I Publish This Story. I Hope He Is Just Bluffing.

No, No, I Never Mess Around.

He Was The Class Clown, The Court Jester, Because He'd Learn Early That If You Cracked Jokes And Pretended You Weren't Scared, You Usually Didn't Get Beat Up. Even The Baddest Gangster Kids Would Tolerate You, Keep You Around For Laughs. Plus, Humor Was A Good Way To Hide The Pain