The hocus-pocus phantasm of a God, like another Cerberus, with one body and three heads, had its birth and growth in the blood of thousands and thousands of martyrs.
Um," Grover said. "Percy?" "Yeah?" "I thought you'd want to know. " "Yeah?" "Cerberus? He's saying we've got ten seconds to pray to the god of our choice. After that. . . well. . . he's hungry.