Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

Until she met the exploding statue, Annabeth thought she was prepared for anything.

The dead see what they believe they will see. So do the living. That is the secret.

Otis barreled towards them empty-handed, before apparently realizing that a) he was empty-handed and b) charging towards a large body of water to fight a son of Poseidon was maybe not a good idea.

Leo: Rainbows. Very macho. Annabeth: Butch is our best equestrian, he gets along great with the pegasi. Leo: Rainbows, ponies... Butch: I'm gonna toss you off this chariot.

Your head is full of kelp.

Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help, I am so cool.