Alazrian’s mother had once said that the sound of rain was heaven singing. Tonight, heaven was screaming.
Shadow had done three years in prison. He was big enough and looked don’t-fuck-with-me enough that his biggest problem was killing time. So he kept himself in shape, and taught himself coin tricks, and thought a lot about how much he loved his wife.
He drank his way across the narrow sea.
Until she met the exploding statue, Annabeth thought she was prepared for anything.
Sadie Kane here. If you’re listening to this, congratulations! You survived Doomsday.