in time. By tonight, it will be too late for your precious Mount Olympus. The

trap will be sprung."

 

"What trap?" I demanded. "If you know about it, do something! At least let me

tell the other gods!"

 

Hades smiled. "You are spirited. I'll give you credit for that. Have fun in my

dungeon. We'll check on you again in — oh, fifty or sixty years."

 

EIGHT

 

I TAKE THE WORST BATH EVER

 

My sword reappeared in my pocket.

 

Yeah, great timing. Now I could attack the walls all I wanted. My cell had no

bars, no windows, not even a door. The skeletal guards shoved me straight

through a wall, and it became solid behind me. I wasn't sure if the room was

airtight. Probably. Hades's dungeon was meant for dead people, and they don't

breathe. So forget fifty or sixty years. I'd be dead in fifty or sixty minutes.

Meanwhile, if Hades wasn't lying, some big trap was going to be sprung in New

York by the end of the day, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about

it.

 

I sat on the cold stone floor, feeling miserable.