Tasty darkness. Really.

The jogger sighed. He pulled out his phone and my eyes got big, because it glowed with a bluish light. When he extended the antenna, two creatures began writhing around it-green snakes, no bigger than...

Hermes, we love you,” Hades said, “but you rarely do as you’re told, and you always do as you wish, and I haven’t the slightest idea what you’d do with an immortality fruit, but I’m...

Percy Jackson,” Hermes said, “because you have taken on the curse of Achilles, I must spare you. You are in the hands of the Fates now. But you will never speak to me like that...

Hekate smacked the mirror down. “I’d never fancy you,” she retorted to Hermes. “And if you ever try to kiss me, I’ll–I’ll keep a snake hidden in my clothes and make it bite you. On...

hermes has threatened me with slow mail. lousy Internet service and a horrible stock market if i publish this story. I hope he is just bluffing.

It doesn’t matter if they hate you, or embarrass you, or simply don’t appreciate your genius for inventing the internet-“”You invented the internet?”It was my idea, Martha said.Rats are delicious, George said.”It was my idea!”...

Hermes smiled. “I knew a boy once … oh, younger than you by far. A mere baby, really.”Here we go again, George said. Always talking about himself.Quiet! Martha snapped. Do you want to get set...

Hermes’s shoulders sagged. “They’ll try, Percy. Oh, we’ll all try to keep our promise. And maybe for a while things will get better. But we gods have never been good at keeping oaths. You were...

Hermes gazed up at the stars. “My dear young cousin, if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the eons, it’s that you can’t give up on your family, no matter how tempting they make it....

Hermes’s eyes twinkled. “Martha, may I have the first package, please?”Martha opened her mouth … and kept opening it until it was as wide as my arm. She belched out a stainless steel canister-an old-fashioned...

You weren’t able to talk sense into him?”Well, we kind of tried to kill each other in a duel to the death.”I see. You tried the diplomatic approach.

George unhinged his jaw and coughed up a little plastic bottle filled with chewable vitamins.”You’re kidding,” I said. “Are those Minotaur-shaped?”Hermes picked up the bottle and rattled it. “The lemon ones, yes. The grape ones...

I gotta say”—Apollo broke the silence—”these kids did okay.” He cleared his throat and began to recite: “Heroes win laurels—”Um, yes, first class,” Hermes interrupted, like he was anxious to avoid Apollo’s poetry.