*This is a standalone novel.*
There is a grumpy ball of darkness and a demigod
Care Bear. Translated, Nico di Angelo, “Italian son of Hades,” and Will
Solace, “Texan son of Apollo,” are the grumpy ball and the Care Bear,
respectively. They have a quest to rescue an old friend from Tartarus where the
weather is “always hellish with an 80 percent chance of noxious clouds and
scattered monsters.” A voice has been calling out to Nico, and he’s almost
certain it’s Bob, the reformed Titan formerly known as Iapetus. And Rachel
Elizabeth Dare has been spewing the same prophecy a dozen times now. It’s clear
to Nico that he needs this quest, whether or not Mr. D (Dionysus) and Chiron
feel the same. Will, being Nico’s boyfriend, is adamant that he is coming
along. How can a child of Apollo, a being made of light, survive in the
deepest, darkest part of the (Under)world? Not only that, but how will they
enter Tartarus without Hades knowing? After the Doors of Death “incident,” no
one is allowed to enter Tartarus. But that is where Bob is. That is where she is.
It isn’t only monsters that they must endure, for they will also encounter
blood clouds, monster regeneration blisters (“zits” per Nico) and the River
Acheron a.k.a. the River of Pain. They are a duo where a quest normally
is a trio, but Will and Nico have each other. And Bob would make
three. So, save Bob! And don’t become demigod coleslaw!
A walk in
the park this isn’t. A hair-raising, adrenaline-inducing journey through
the death pit of eternal gloom it definitely is. Fortunately, it is chock
full of Riordan’s signature goofy banter with superb writing from both Riordan
and Oshiro. While the collaborators ground the Greek mythology-based standalone
in humor, pulse-pounding action, death-defying adventure and imaginative
world-building, they also skillfully weave an emotive plot containing tender
romance with the complexity of self-identity and mental health. There is a
plethora of diversity, and I’m not referring to diversity of monster types,
though they are varied and multitudinous. With a range of skin tones and
relationships, there’s a good chance each reader can find
herself/himself/themselves in at least one character. I was delighted by the Percabeth cameo
and by the story as a whole. Still, I think I’ll bypass a visit to Tartarus and
avoid geysers of suffering, acid-rain fields and the like. If you’re planning a
trip down, down, down, remember to pack plenty of nourishing lizard jerky and
top-rated SPF – that’s “skink protective fat” – used regularly by the
innovative and delightful troglodytes.
P.S. I want
Persephone’s garden. It has bushes of diamonds, trees of glittering rubies
and a special breed of night-blooming cereus that only opens in the presence of
the darkness within others.
P.P.S. I
also want a spartos like Small Bob. A spartos is created from the
fang of a saber-toothed tiger. When not in saber-tooth-tiger form, Small Bob
looks like a calico cat.
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