The House of Hades (Heroes of Olympus Book 4)

was no friend.
    He raised his eyes one last time. His surroundings seemed to flicker. The sky boiled and the ground blistered.
    Percy realized that what he
saw
of Tartarus was only a watered-down version of its true horror – only what his demigod brain could handle. The worst of it was veiled, the same way the Mist veiled monsters from mortal sight. Now as Percy died he began to see the truth.
    The air was the breath of Tartarus. All these monsters were just blood cells circulating through his body. Everything Percy saw was a dream in the mind of the dark god of the pit.
    This must have been the way
Nico
had seen Tartarus, and it had almost destroyed his sanity. Nico … one of the manypeople Percy hadn’t treated well enough. He and Annabeth had only made it this far through Tartarus because Nico di Angelo had behaved like Bob’s
true
friend.
    You see the horror of the pit?
the
arai
said soothingly.
Give up, Percy Jackson. Isn’t death better than enduring this place?
    ‘I’m sorry,’ Percy murmured.
    He apologizes!
The
arai
shrieked with delight.
He regrets his failed life, his crimes against the children of Tartarus!
    ‘No,’ Percy said. ‘I’m sorry, Bob. I should’ve been honest with you. Please … forgive me. Protect Annabeth.’
    He didn’t expect Bob to hear him or care, but it felt right to clear his conscience. He couldn’t blame anyone else for his troubles. Not the gods. Not Bob. He couldn’t even blame Calypso, the girl he’d left alone on that island. Maybe she’d turned bitter and cursed Percy’s girlfriend out of despair. Still … Percy should have followed up with Calypso, made sure the gods sprang her from her exile on Ogygia like they’d promised. He hadn’t treated her any better than he’d treated Bob. He hadn’t even thought much about her, though her moonlace plant still bloomed in his mom’s window box.
    It took all his remaining effort, but he got to his feet. Steam rose from his whole body. His legs shook. His insides churned like a volcano.
    At least Percy could go out fighting. He raised Riptide.
    But, before he could strike, all the
arai
in front of him exploded into dust.

XXXII
     

PERCY
     
    B OB SERIOUSLY KNEW HOW TO USE A BROOM.
    He slashed back and forth, destroying the demons one after the other while Small Bob the kitten sat on his shoulder, arching its back and hissing.
    In a matter of seconds, the
arai
were gone. Most had been vaporized. The smart ones had flown off into the darkness, shrieking in terror.
    Percy wanted to thank the Titan, but his voice wouldn’t work. His legs buckled. His ears rang. Through a red glow of pain, he saw Annabeth a few yards away, wandering blindly towards the edge of the cliff.
    ‘Uh!’ Percy grunted.
    Bob followed his gaze. He bounded towards Annabeth and scooped her up. She yelled and kicked, pummelling Bob’s gut, but Bob didn’t seem to care. He carried her over to Percy and put her down gently.
    The Titan touched her forehead. ‘Owie.’
    Annabeth stopped fighting. Her eyes cleared. ‘Where – what –?’
    She saw Percy, and a series of expressions flashed across her face – relief, joy, shock, horror. ‘What’s wrong with him?’ she cried. ‘What happened?’
    She cradled his shoulders and wept into his scalp.
    Percy wanted to tell her it was okay, but of course it wasn’t. He couldn’t even feel his body any more. His consciousness was like a small helium balloon, loosely tied to the top of his head. It had no weight, no strength. It just kept expanding, getting lighter and lighter. He knew that soon it would either burst or the string would break, and his life would float away.
    Annabeth took his face in her hands. She kissed him and tried to wipe the dust and sweat from his eyes.
    Bob loomed over them, his broom planted like a flag. His face was unreadable, luminously white in the dark.
    ‘Lots of curses,’ Bob said. ‘Percy has done bad things to monsters.’
    ‘Can you fix him?’ Annabeth pleaded. ‘Like you did with my blindness? Fix
Percy
!’
    Bob frowned. He picked at the name tag on his uniform like it was a scab.
    Annabeth tried again. ‘Bob –’
    ‘Iapetus,’ Bob said, his voice a low rumble. ‘Before Bob. It was Iapetus.’
    The air was absolutely still. Percy felt helpless, barely connected to the world.
    ‘I like Bob better.’ Annabeth’s voice was surprisingly calm. ‘Which do you like?’
    The Titan regarded her with his pure silver eyes. ‘I do not know any