The Gods Need Heroes. They Always Have.

Forget The Chicken-nugget Smoke Screen. Percy Wanted Leo To Invent An Anti-dream Hat.

I Remembered The Last Time Annabeth And I Had Parted Ways, When She'd Given Me A Kiss For Luck In Mount St. Helens. This Time, All I Got Was The Hat.

Armed With My Sword And Wand, I Was All Set For A Stroll Through The Swamp To Look For A Hungry Monster. Oh, Joy!

It Is," I Said. "and It's Not Even Difficult. But I Need Your Promise On The River Styx." "what?" Dionysus Cried. "you Don't Trust Us?" "someone Once Told Me," I Said, Looking At Hades, "you Should Always Get A Solemn Oath." Hades Shrugged. "guilty.

Eating Next To A Twenty-foot-long Crocodile Took Some Getting Used To, But Philip Was Well Trained. He Only Ate Bacon, Stray Waterfowl, And The Occasional Invading Monster.