Sneak preview of "The Prank that Broke Olympus"
"Percy, stop it," Annabeth hissed.
Percy ignored her. He took a dramatic step forward, cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone.
"Show yourself! I know you're watching me, show yourself! I can see you!" he bellowed.
A shimmer of gold light rippled near a cedar tree. The air crystallized, and suddenly, Athena was standing there. She looked majestic, terrifying, and utterly baffled.
"How can you see through my spell?" the Goddess demanded, her voice like a tectonic plate shifting.
Percy didn't look intimidated. He let out a sharp, rhythmic bark of a laugh that made Annabeth jump. "Haha! I was lying and you fell for my bluff! Haha, haha!"
Athena blinked. The Goddess of Strategy, the Weaver of Plans, actually took a half-step back. "Well done," she muttered, narrowing her eyes. "Enlighten me, what's your name?"
Percy did a quick jazz-square in the dirt. "You first, and maybe I'll do the same!"
"Nice try," Athena countered, her tone turning icy as she tried to regain control of the conversation. "But two can play this game."
Annabeth looked like she wanted to dissolve into a puddle of salt water. "Percy, please," she whispered, "that's my mother."
Percy didn't hear her. He pointed a finger directly at Athena’s nose, his voice getting louder and more melodic.
"Nah, don't be modest! I know you're a goddess! So let's be honest! You are Athena!" He did a dramatic spin, kicking up a cloud of dust that made Athena cough.
"Athena! Badass in the arena! Unmatched, witty, and queen of the best strategies we've seen!"
