The Burning Maze

“I’ve always hated that name. What does it mean, anyway? Satyr Killer? Blood Drinker?”
“Booties,” I said.

Dryads eat enchiladas?’
He looked offended. ‘Of course! You expect them just to eat fertilizer?’
‘Well … yes.’
‘Stereotyping,’ he muttered

“Fine,” he relented. “The Sibyl said…She told me if Piper and I went after the emperor, one of us would die.”