Chapter 5: Percy Asks the Wrong God the Right Question

The rainbow lasted about thirty seconds after Percy let go of the Iris message.

He stood in the arts and crafts pavilion — the only place on camp where you could reliably get an undisturbed west-facing spray from the garden hose Hephaestus cabin had rigged to the overhang — and watched the light thin out of the mist while his left hand still held the drachma he hadn't needed to use because the call had ended before he'd said what he actually came to say.

That was a new one.