BLOOD OF OLYMPUS

of the gods, I must not show favouritism to my children. When we return to the other Olympians, I
will not be able to praise you as much as I would like, or give you as much credit as you deserve.’
‘I don’t want praise.’ Jason’s voice quavered. ‘Just a little time together would be nice. I mean, I
don’t even know you.’
Zeus’s gaze was as far away as the ozone layer. ‘I am always with you, Jason. I have watched your
progress with pride, but it will never be possible for us to be …’
He curled his fingers, as if trying to pluck the right words out of the air. Close. Normal. A true
father and son. ‘From birth, you were destined to be Hera’s – to appease her wrath. Even your name,
Jason, was her choice. You did not ask for this. I did not want it. But when I gave you over to her … I
had no idea what a good man you would become. Your journey has shaped you, made you both kind
and great. Whatever happens when we return to the Parthenon, know that I do not hold you
accountable. You have proven yourself a true hero.’
Jason’s emotions were a jumble in his chest. ‘What do you mean … whatever happens?’
‘The worst is not over,’ Zeus warned. ‘And someone must take the blame for what has happened.
Come.’