"Are they dead?" Silena asked in astonishment.

 

Ice coated my stomach. A line from the prophecy rang in my ears: And see the

world in endless sleep.

 

I remembered Grover's story about meeting the god Morpheus in Central Park.

You're lucky > I'm saving my energy > for the main event.

 

"Not dead," I said. "Morpheus has put the entire island of Manhattan to sleep.

The invasion has started."

 

TEN

 

I BUY SOME NEW FRIENDS

 

Mrs. O'Leary was the only one happy about the sleeping city.

 

We found her pigging out at an overturned hot dog stand while the owner was

curled up on the sidewalk, sucking his thumb.

 

Argus was waiting for us with his hundred eyes wide open. He didn't say

anything. He never does. I guess that's because he supposedly has an eyeball on

his tongue. But his face made it clear he was freaking out.

 

I told him what we'd learned in Olympus, and how the gods would not be riding to