All's Fair in Love and War
The Lightning Thief: Complete
The Sea of Monsters: Complete
The Titans Curse: Complete
The Battle of the Labyrinth: Complete
The Last Olympian: Complete
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Imagine the largest concert crowd you've ever seen. A football field packed with a million fans. Now imagine a field a million times that big, packed with people, and imagine the electricity has gone out, and there is no noise, no light, no beach ball bouncing around over the crowd. Something tragic has happened backstage. Whispering masses of people are just milling around in the shadows, waiting for a concert that will never start.
If you can picture that, you have a pretty good idea what the Fields of Asphodel looked like. The black grass had been trampled by eons of dead feet. A warm, moist wind blew like the breath of a swamp. Black trees— Grover said they were poplars— grew in clumps here and there.
The cavern ceiling was so high above them it might've been a bank of storm clouds, except for the stalactites, which glowed faint gray and looked wickedly pointed.
Warren tried not to imagine they'd fall on them at any moment, but dotted around the fields were several that had fallen and impaled themselves in the black grass. She guessed the dead didn't have to worry about little hazards like being speared by stalactites the size of booster rockets.
She, Annabeth, Grover, and Percy tried to blend into the crowd, keeping an eye out for security ghouls.
Warren couldn't help looking for familiar faces among the spirits of Asphodel, but the dead were hard to look at. Their faces shimmered. They all look slightly angry or confused. They came up to her and tried to speak, but their voices sounded like chatter, like bats twittering. Once they realized she couldn't understand them, they frowned and moved away.
The dead aren't scary. They're just sad.
The group crept along, following the line of new arrivals that snaked from the main gates toward a black-tented pavilion with a banner that read: JUDGMENTS FOR ELYSIUM AND ETERNAL DAMNATION Welcome, Newly Deceased!
"Percy," Warren leaned over and whispered.
They had fallen slightly behind Grover and Annabeth, and she steeled her nerves, knowing it was now or never.
"Yeah?"
"I-I have to tell you something."
"Not chickening out on us now, are you Walker?" he said sarcastically, giving her a lopsided grin.
Normally Warren would've played along, but his attempt at humor only made her blood feel colder.
"I'm serious."
Percy saw the anxious pull of her brow and became all-business immediately. He'd only ever seen her wear that expression once before: when she thought he'd been turned to stone by Medusa.
"What is it?"
"I—" she swallowed thickly, "I haven't been totally honest with you. With everyone."
