She heard Carson’s voice. Sure I’m glad she’s buying Sea Breeze. Of course. Only . . . let’s face it. Being invited back as a guest isn’t the same.
Peaches growled. He sniffed the ground, then chomped a mouthful of dirt and spit it out.He doesn’t like the taste of this place, Meg said.
Yes, well… I frowned at the karpos. Perhaps we can find him some potting soil or fertilizer when we arrive. I’ll convince the demigods to let him in, but it would be helpful if he doesn’t bite their heads off—at least not right away.Peaches muttered something about peaches.Something doesn’t feel right. Meg bit her nails. Those woods…Percy said they were wild and enchanted and stuff.
I, too, felt as if something was amiss, but I chalked this up to my general dislike of forests. For reasons I’d rather not go into, I find them…uncomfortable places. Nevertheless, with our goal in sight, my usual optimism was returning.Don’t worry, I assured Meg. You’re traveling with a god!
I wish you wouldn’t keep harping on that. Anyway, the campers are very friendly. They’ll welcome us with tears of joy. And wait until you see the orientation video!
I directed it myself! Now, come along. The woods can’t be that bad.Rhea touched her forehead. Wait, were we speaking of Iris? Or did I just have a flashback?
Oh, I remember now. She’s a messenger of the gods, right? Along with Hermes and that other groovy liberated chick…Joan of Arc?Er, I’m not sure about that last one.
Well, anyway, the communication lines are down, man. Nothing works. Rainbow messages, flying scrolls, Hermes Express…it’s all going haywire.We know this. But we don’t know why.