“Styx!” Sam cursed.
He couldn’t believe he’d missed that all-important shot. It was the Banshee and the hammer all over again.
“Styx!” Sam repeated while the launcher reeled the rope and its hook back into his bracer.
He was falling faster now as his forward momentum slowed.
This seems the perfect example for lesson number thirty-three, kid — aim! Chiron screamed into his ear. Try again, and hurry, or you’re about to find out if Regeneration can save you from a ninety-foot drop!
Sam raised his left hand forward this time. “Come on, come on…”
As gravity’s hold had tightened even more on him, the Met’s rooftop pathways were no longer in his line of sight. There was only one thing he could aim for now. It was one of the goddess faces that lined the ornamental gutters at the top of the e
