The Last Olympian - Horses

I hadn’t considered that. The Mist wouldn’t fool Rachel like it would most people. She’d be able to find the camp no problem, but I’d been hoping the magical boundaries would just keep her out like a force field. It hadn’t occurred to me that Peleus might attack.

“We’ve got to hurry.” I glanced at Nico. “I don’t suppose you could conjure up some skeleton horses.”

He wheezed as he ran. “So tired . . . couldn’t summon a dog bone.”

Finally we scrambled over the embankment to the shore, and I let out a loud whistle. I hated doing it. Even with the sand dollar I’d given the East River for a magic cleaning, the water here was pretty polluted. I didn’t want to make any sea animals sick, but they came to my call.


- The Last Olympian, Chapter 22