Olympus is still a patriarchy. Zeus heads his royal household as jealously as Jehovah rules his harem of dull, harp-playing angels. Both are templates for order on earth, don’t you think?

The pinecone is a fearsome tool of destruction!-Bacchus

Hazel squinted. “How far?””Just over the river and through the woods.”Percy raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? To Grandmother’s house we go?”Frank cleared his throat. “Yeah, anyway.

…you know how hard it is to be utterly, drop dead gorgeous,” she said, twirling that shiny instrument of torture she liked to call her hair.

I do not pretend to be able to prove that there is no God. I equally cannot prove that Satan is a fiction. The Christian god may exist; so may the gods of Olympus, or...