The next microsecond, as the water erupted around me, I realized too late that I should've brought the entire Twenty-first Nome to help me.

Hey!" I screamed, waving the jacket, running to one side of the monster. "Hey, stupid! Ground beef!

He looked like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.

Percy was getting tired of water. If he said that aloud, he would probably get kicked out of Poseidon’s Junior Sea Scouts, but he didn’t care.

And you, Percy, are my favorite son.

Great," Percy said. "Seven of us against Hercules." "And a satyr!" Hedge added. "We can take him.

What-what do you want?" Annabeth asked, trying to maintain a tone of confidence. The voice cackled maliciously. 'To curse you, of course! To destroy you thousand times in the name of Mother Night!' "Only a thousand times?" Percy murmured. "Oh, good...I thought we were in trouble.