- Grab the book you're currently reading.
- Flip to a random page.
- Share 2 teaser sentences from that page!
He turned the crank handles, hoping the thing wouldn't explode in his face. A few clear tones rang out - metallic yet warm. Leo manipulated the levers and gears. He recognized the song that sprang forth - the same wistful melody Calypso sang for him on Ogygia about homesickness and longing. But through the strings of the brass cone, the tune sounded even sadder, like a machine with a broken heart - the way Festus might sound if he could sing. The Bloody Olympus by Rick Riordan, page 319