SaraSumiEida
'I done some thinking, and . . . With this war coming up, we might not make it back alive. So I want to tell you something in case . . . in case we die.'
'Don't say that, Trickster. We'll survive.'
'But we might not.'
'With that mindset you won't.'
SOME HEROES ARE CHOSEN BY PROPHECY. OTHERS CHOOSE THEMSELVES.
I don't know where I came from - just that I woke up one day with shadows in my veins and gods watching me a little too closely. I've learnt to smile when I'm supposed to, fight when I have to, and keep my secrets buried deep where no one can find them.
But nothing stays hidden forever. When a stolen bolt, a missing god, and a war brewing on the horizon throws Camp Half-Blood into chaos, I get pulled into the heart of it all - alongside a boy with sea-green eyes, a girl who could out-think Olympus, and a satyr who smells like tin cans. If I'm going to survive this, I'll have to figure out who I am. Or maybe who I used to be.