![]() “If we survive tomorrow, perhaps the Waystation can use an accountant. “Well, Olujime,” I said, “I’m pleased to meet you. I’d only been a mortal for a few months and I was getting very tired of spelling out Papadopoulos. “You can see that the world is, uh, much stranger than most mortals realize. “I did not know what I was getting into with this emperor person.” We Olympians tended to stay in our own neighborhood around the Mediterranean, which was, I agree, terribly cliquish. “I see,” I said, though in fact I didn’t.Įven in ancient times, I had been woefully ignorant of anything below the Saharan Desert. The other is a Hausa sport, more violent, but I like it.” The first, Gidigbo, is a wrestling style of my people, the Yoruba. “But Sssssarah said you worked for Commodus?” I recalled. I also hadn’t realized how much older Jimmy was than me. I could think of no topics of conversation that would make me look interesting to a graduate student of accounting. I had no idea what to do with that information. I am also a graduate accounting student at Indiana University.” I used to be a god, you know.” I wondered if flexing my muscles would help prove this point. Sleep seemed like an alien concept, especially now, with my heart chunk-chunk-chunking like a defective pedal boat. “The challenge you face tomorrow…” Worry lines creased his forehead. Jimmy was kind enough to pretend not to notice. “Um…Nah.” I leaned against the wall, hoping to look casual, attractive, and suave. His necklace of red and white beads peeked from beneath the collar of his dress shirt. The moonlight gleamed copper on his scalp. Jimmy stood next to me, a dapper apparition in brown. If someone had startled me that badly in my chariot, I would’ve charged upward so fast that high noon would’ve happened at 6:00 A.M. It was a good thing I was no longer god of the sun. I watched the moon rise through the giant rose window above Josephine’s workstation.Ī voice at my shoulder said, “Not tired?” I stood nearby, not ready to go back to the room I shared with Leo Valdez. She’d crashed on the nearest couch and was snoring away. ![]() Meg hadn’t bothered finding a guest room. I hoped they were discussing more Hunter secrets-some deadly weapons they could use against Commodus’s armies. Thalia, Emmie, and Josephine sat together at the kitchen table for a long while, conversing in hushed tones. If nothing else, the Hunters should have trusted my self-interest. And as Lester? I had no wish to die with a thousand silver arrows in my chest. Sure, when I was a god, I used to flirt with them shamelessly, but I never went further than that. They always did this whenever I camped with them, which I found silly. The Hunters of Artemis bedded down in the griffin roosts after setting trip wires and motion-sensor alarms. I hate elaborating when the main idea is so perfectly clear. I kept getting stuck on the first line, I don’t want to die, and couldn’t think of anything to add.
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