green vial

“Indeed.” Phaedra pulled a vial of green fluid from her pantsuit pocket. “We will kill you, return your bodies to Hecate, and explain how badly you failed her. We will return Gale as well, and the goddess shall reward us!” “After Gale finishes teaching us how to make all her secret recipes,” Daedra added. “Yes, after that, of course,” her sister agreed. “Prepare to die, demigods!” “And satyr,” Annabeth said. “Whatever!” Phaedra threw the vial at Annabeth’s feet.


Yelling Whatever! at my girlfriend and throwing a potion at her are two great ways to make me angry. And when I get angry, liquids explode. (That sounded more impressive in my head.) Before Annabeth could react, I threw aside my plastic trident and willed the green liquid straight back at Phaedra, splattering her head to toe. Phaedra shrieked. She collapsed and started to tremble. “Phaedra!” cried her sister. “You paralyzed her!” Annabeth looked stunned. I guess she hadn’t been expecting me to bend the laws of physics quite so early in the fight. I pulled my sword and advanced on Daedra.





WotG pg.173-174