I opened the book and began to read. What the-?
It was a story. Of mortals pissing off the Big Three. Holy—did they actually think they would survive?
And last I looked, Poseidon wasn't all that stupid. Or had blue skin.
What the hay?
The Shadow Thieves
The Siren Song
The Immortal Fire
About two mortal cousins and their cat.
I opened randomly to a page.
"This is the ballad of Phil-o-nec-ron and STEEEEEEEEEEVE! WHEEEEEEE!"
Oh, I remember that. That was the singing satyr that went flying through the air, announcing the presence of the evil half-breed and Steve. A beneficial Canadian government!
I left the cabin, intending to go up to Annabeth and recommend the series to her.
And then something weird happened. It was strange—like I'd stepped into The Immortal Fire. Oh, darn you, Anne Ursu.
A blue—blue—nymph walked over to me. "You have business on Olympus?"
"Uh…no," I said.
The nymph nodded. "You have got to be kidding me."
I wondered what she meant. "Um, am I supposed to have business up there?"
She shrugged, extremely helpfully.
"Awesome," I said. "Well, tell Poseidon I said hi."
"Um," she said, "are you stupid?"
"Um, no," I replied.
"Hmm…" she said, sounding unconvinced. "Well, if you weren't entirely retarded, you'd know that the gods do not like to associate with mortals, do not like to be reminded that mortals exist, or even enjoy listening to all your stupid prayer requests."
I was shocked. "Uh…wow…what century are you living in?"
The blue's eyes widened. "You dare?"
Funny, she kind of reminded me of Zoe…