The Demigods of Olympus by Rick Riordan

Author:Rick Riordan [Riordan, Rick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Children's Books, Action & Adventure, Fairy Tales; Folk Tales & Myths, Greek & Roman, Children's eBooks, Activities; Crafts & Games, Interactive Adventures, Young Adult Fiction
Amazon: B00Y3RAK6U
Publisher: Disney Hyperion
Published: 2015-07-14T05:00:00+00:00

Sam and I made our way back to the Littlefield Fountain, our damp swimsuits and the bag of Dorito dust (“I might get hungry later,” Sam said defensively) stowed in his backpack. Brykhon hadn’t offered any clues about how to defeat the demon satyrs. He wouldn’t even tell us exactly what this mysterious magic item was. He claimed not to know. I wasn’t sure I believed him, but what I believed didn’t matter. We were on our own.

“Let’s think this through,” I said. “What do we know about the demon satyrs?”

“Well,” Sam mused, “they’re demons. And they’re satyrs. Oh, and they eat other satyrs, did I mention that?”

I began pacing. “What else do you remember from the time you saw one?”

“You mean besides abject terror?”

I stared at him, thinking hard. “You said the demon satyr bellowed and then vanished after you collided with a street vendor. Sam, what was that guy selling?”

“Sweet tea. It splashed everywhere, and…” Sam’s eyes widened. “You think the tea did something to—”

“Maybe. Maybe not. But if it did—”

“What are we waiting for?” Sam shot to his hooves. “Let’s get some tea and waste some demons!”

“Sam, hold up! We can’t just waltz in and start emptying tea bottles on them.”

“Why not?”

“What if it doesn’t work? You really want to be surrounded by a pack of wet, angry cannibal satyrs?”

He sat down with a thud. “Well, when you put it that way…”

“We don’t know for sure whether the tea killed the demon satyr or just scared it away or—”

“I know,” trilled a female voice behind me.

I whirled, but no one was there.

“Yoo-hoo! Up here, silly.” The statue of Columbia waved her frond at me. Her bronze face creaked as she smiled. “Hello!”

I resisted the urge to run away screaming. “Um, hi?”

Sam rose to his hooves again. He bowed deeply to the statue. “Goddess, forgive us for not acknowledging you sooner!”

“You said she wasn’t a goddess,” I whispered.

He elbowed me. “Just follow my lead, will you?” He straightened and folded his hands over his heart, “Please, Goddess, I beseech you to share your wisdom!”

“Oh, so it’s okay for you to use beseech?” I muttered under my breath. But I figured I’d better go along with it. I bowed. “Yeah, um, I beseech you, too.”

A couple of students passed by, but they didn’t seem to notice the living statue. They just smirked at Sam and me and kept walking. Maybe Austin had a lot of crazy people who talked to statues.

“Sam Greenwood.” Columbia said his name like it was the most beautiful phrase in the world. “It is so good to see you again. I remember your first visit to Austin well!”

“Um, you do?” Sam asked.

“Of course! I was out for a quick fly with the bats that night.”

“You…fly with the bats?” I asked. “Never mind. Of course you do.”

“Yes!” said the statue. “That wingless old biddy Libertas can’t fly, you know. Hmph! At any rate, I was circling over the Congress Avenue Bridge when I saw the handsomest

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