Don't untie me," she said, "no matter what happens or how much I plead. I'll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself." "Are you trying to tempt me?" "Ha-ha.

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

Fairness means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.

Destroy them later?" Cal offered, which was probably as close to friendly as he ever got.

I turned and faced the Olympians. "We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes.

Like water leaking through a dam," said Piper. "Yeah," smiled Percy. "We've got a dam hole." "What?" Piper asked. "Nothing," he said. "Inside joke.

I want some time without you organic life forms.