I am Persephone” she said, her voice thin and papery. “Welcome, demigods. Nico squashed a pomegranate under his boot. “Welcome? After last time, you’ve got the nerve to welcome me?” I shifted uneasily, because talking that way to a god can get you blasted into dust bunnies. “Um, Nico-” “It’s all right,” Persephone said coldly. “We had a little family spat.” “Family spat?” Nico cried. “You turned me into a dandelion!