June smiled. "So what will it be? Safety, or a future of pain and possibility?

“Me? I slept like the dead, which I hoped wasn’t a sign of things to come.”

“Behold!" Percy shouted. "The god's chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror o…”

“Anubis frowned. He locked his very nice eyes with mine. “You’re not dead.”“No,”…”

“I hadn't seen my dad get violent since the Great Spatula Incident, and I wasn't…”