![]() ![]() Unfortunately last summer I’d also fought his demigod son Luke, who’d been corrupted by the Titan Kronos, in a mortal combat smack-down for the fate of the world. Over the years, he’d helped me out several times. I knew Hermes better than most of the Olympians. I’m never sure if I’m supposed to shake hands, kneel, or bow and shout, “We’re not worthy!” How do you greet a god? If there’s an etiquette guide for that, I haven’t read it. “Bummer.” I tried to sound regretful, as if my rump hadn’t just been pulled from the barbecue. But seeing as he’d just saved me from explaining myself to Annabeth, I was too relieved to care. If he wanted something from me, it was also bad news. If he was delivering a message in person from the gods, it was bad news. Finally he spotted me and beckoned, Get over here! Either he’d lost something important or he’d had too many espressos at the Mount Olympus Starbucks. He kept patting his pockets and wringing his hands. Personal friend, dispenser of heroic quests, and frequent cause of migrane headaches. He looked like a guy in his mid-thirties, but I knew from experience he was actually in his mid-five-thousands. His curly sal-and-pepper hair stuck out around the edges of his brown cap. He wore a brown uniform shirt and knee-length shorts along with stylish black socks and cleats. I looked around and I saw a brown delivery truck parked in the middle of the Great Lawn where no cars were allowed. “Well-”Ī sudden streak of light made me blink, as if someone had flashed a mirror in my face. Maybe a Greek god has disguised himself as me and made her a promise as a prank. But a special dinner … when had I mentioned that? Maybe I’d said it after Annabeth kissed me, which sort of sent me into a fog. Seriously, the last month with her had been awesome. Just because I forgot, you shouldn’t take that as a sign I didn’t care about Annabeth. She was waiting for me to admit the obvious: I’d forgotten. I could hear hopefulness in her boice, but also doubt. Remember? It’s not that I expect it, but you said you had something planned. But you promised to take me out for a special dinner tonight. “That’s why we’re having this great picnic, right?” “Well … yeah!” i thought: Do people celebrate stuff like that? I have to remember birthdays, holidays, and all anniversaries? “Our first kiss, Seaweed Brain,” she said. Was that what she meant? Then Annabeth set my priorities straight. One month ago we’d defeated the Titan Kronos. I just wished that their fierce look wasn’t directed at me. Her stormy-gray eyes were as dazzling as ever. Around her neck hung a leather cord with colorful beads from our demigod training camp- Camp Half-Blood. She was wearing her regular orange camp t-shirt and shorts, hair swept over her shoulders. It didn’t help my concentration that Annabeth looked so good today. But judging from Annabeth’s expression, that wasn’t the answer she’d been hoping for. I was tempted (briefly) to bluff my way through. Weapons in case of sudden Greek mythological apocalypse? Check. Chilled sparking water with twist of lemon? Check. Chocolate toffee from La Masion du Chocolat? Check. ![]() Annabeth’s favorite pizza with extra olives? Check. I mentally reviewed the picnic list: Comfy blanket? Check. But now that we were dating, one frown from her and I freaked. We’d battled Titans and calmly faced death a dozen times. Together we’d faced the wrath of the gods. Sure, I’d fought monsters with Annabeth for years. It’s easy to panic when you’re a new boyfriend. The Serpent's Shadow (The Kane Chronicles.Annabeth and I were relaxing on the Great Lawn in Central Park when she ambushed me with a question. ![]() His books have spawned related media, such as graphic novels and short story collections. ![]() 20th Century Fox has adapted the first two books of his Percy Jackson series as part of a series of films. Riordan's books have been translated into forty-two languages and sold more than thirty million copies in the US. He is known for writing the Percy Jackson & the Olympians series, about a twelve-year-old Percy Jackson who discovers he is a son of the Greek god Poseidon. Born June 5, 1964) is an American author. ![]()
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