"Y ou mean ... I can design whatever I want?"

 

"As your heart desires," the goddess said. "Make us a city for the ages."

 

"As long as you have plenty of statues of me," Apollo added.

 

"And me," Aphrodite agreed.

 

"Hey, and me!" Ares said. "Big statues with huge wicked swords and — "

 

"All right!" Athena interrupted. "She gets the point. Rise, my daughter,

official architect of Olympus."

 

Annabeth rose in a trance and walked back toward me.

 

"Way to go," I told her, grinning.

 

For once she was at a loss for words. "I'll . . . I'll have to start planning .

. . Drafting paper, and, um, pencils — "

 

"PERCY JACKSON!" Poseidon announced. My name echoed around the chamber.

 

All talking died down. The room was silent except for the crackle of the hearth

fire. Everyone's eyes were on me — all the gods, the demigods, the Cyclopes, the