The Last Olympian

Twelve cabins—one for each Olympian god—made a horseshoe pattern around the commons area. Unlike most mortals, she could see through the Mist—the magic veil that distorts human vision. The god’s face looked liquid in the candlelight, like he couldn’t decide what shape to adopt. And Zeus kept pounding the giant with lightning, until finally, slowly, the water rose, wrapping Typhon like a cocoon, and he began to sink under the weight of the chains.