BLOOD OF OLYMPUS

style, making him uncomfortable. And Will Solace … Nico revised his impression of the son of
Apollo. He’d always thought of Will as easygoing and laid back. Apparently he could also be
stubborn and aggravating.
Nico gazed down at Camp Half-Blood, where the rest of the Greeks were preparing for war. Past
the troops and ballistae, the canoe lake glittered pink in the first light of dawn. Nico remembered the
first time he’d arrived at Camp Half-Blood, crash-landing in Apollo’s sun car, which had been
converted into a fiery school bus.
He remembered Apollo, smiling and tanned and completely cool in his shades.
Thalia had said, He’s hot.
He’s the sun god, Percy replied.
That’s not what I meant.
Why was Nico thinking about that now? The random memory irritated him, made him feel jittery.
He had arrived at Camp Half-Blood thanks to Apollo. Now, on what would likely be his last day at
camp, he was stuck with a son of Apollo.
‘Whatever,’ Nico said. ‘But we have to hurry. And you’ll follow my lead.’
‘Fine,’ Will said. ‘Just don’t ask me to deliver any more satyr babies and we’ll get along great.’