You’re Dionysus,” I said. “The god of wine.”Mr. D rolled his eyes. “What do they say these days, Grover? Do the children say ‘Well duh!’?”Y-yes, Mr. D.”Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I...

Apollo nodded and Dionysus bowed to the room, sweeping his arms out to the sides with a flourish. And then he was gone.I shook my head. “Okay. Who else thinks he was high as a...

Erre es korakas, Blinky!” Dionysus cursed. “I will have your soul!

The tragedy of Dionysus: Wear a black robe at night, and white you’ll wear by morning; but wear a purple robe to the midnight feast, and when you wake you’ll dress in black to mourn...

If I had my way,” Dionysus said, “I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We’d sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble. But Chiron seems to feel this...

And, whoa!” He turned to Mr.D. “Your the wine dude? No way!”Mr.D turned hi eyes away from me and gave Nico a look of loathing. “The wine dude?””Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I’ve got your figurine!””My...

You do know how to play pinochle?” Mr. D eyed me suspiciously.”I’m afraid not,” I said.”I’m afraid not, sir,” he said.”Well,” he told me, “it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the...

Kronos would be 10 times more powerful. His very presence would incinerate you. And once he achieves this he will empower the other Titans. They are weak, compared to what they soon will become, unless...

And there, shimmering in the Mist right next to us, was the last person I wanted to see: Mr. D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator. He looked up lazily. “Do...

It’s Bacchus, please. Or Mr. Bacchus. Or Lord Bacchus. Or, sometimes, Oh-My-Gods-Please-Don’t-Kill-Me, Lord Bacchus.

Perseus Jackson, I do expect you torefrain from causing any more trouble. “”Trouble?” I demanded.Dionysus snapped his fingers. A newspaper appeared on the table-the front page of today’sNew York Post, There was my yearbook picture...

I stared at him (Dionysus). “You’re…you’re married? But I thought you got in trouble for chasing a wood nymph-

Even Dionysus’s welcome-home speech wasn’t enough to dampen my spirits. “Yes, yes, so the little brat didn’t get himself killed and now he’ll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements,...

The faithful of Shiva or Dionysus seek contact with those forces which…lead to a refusal of the politics, ambitions and limitations of ordinary social life. This does not involve simply a recognition of world harmony,...

God alert!” Blackjack yelled. “It’s the wine dude!Mr. D sighed in exasperation. “The next person, or horse, who calls me the ‘wine dude’ will end up in a bottle of Merlot!

If it were not my purpose to combine barbarian things with things Hellenic, to traverse and civilize every continent, to search out the uttermost parts of land and sea, to push the bounds of Macedonia...

Grover Underwood of the satyrs!” Dionysus called.Grover came forward nervously.”Oh, stop chewing your shirt,” Dionysus chided. “Honestly, I’m not going to blast you. For your bravery and sacrifice, blah, blah, blah, and since we have...

I turned to Dionysus. “You cured him?””Madness is my specialty. It was quite simple.””But…you did something nice. Why?”He raised and eyebrow. “I am nice! I simple ooze niceness, Perry Johansson. Haven’t you noticed?

I will deny I ever said this, of course, but the gods need heroes. They always have. Otherwise we would not keep you annoying little brats around.”I feel so wanted. Thanks.

Even Zeus doesn’t know.