She was a life-size bronze standing in the middle of a granite bowl. She wore

only a bronze sheet around her legs, and she was holding a basket of metal

fruit. I'd never paid her too much attention before.

 

Then again, she'd never talked to me before.

 

"Are you supposed to be Demeter?" I asked.

 

A bronze apple sailed over my head.

 

"Everyone thinks I'm Demeter.'" she complained. "I'm Pompona, the Roman Goddess

of Plenty, but why should you care? Nobody cares about the minor gods. If you

cared about the minor gods, you wouldn't be losing this war! Three cheers for

Morpheus and Hecate, I say!"

 

"Watch the bike," I told her.

 

Pompona cursed in Latin and threw more fruit as Will and I ran toward the hotel.

 

I'd never actually been inside the Plaza. The lobby was impressive, with the

crystal chandeliers and the passed-out rich people, but I didn't pay much

attention. A couple of Hunters gave us directions to the elevators, and we rode

up to the penthouse suites.