Ptah? son of ptooey? What is he god of spitting? i asked

Annabeth’s hand slipped into mine. Under different circumstances I would’ve been embarrassed, but here in the dark I was glad to know where she was. It was about the only thing I was sure of.

So which way now, Sacagawea?" - Annabeth to Rachel

If you don't like it you can kiss my quiver

Beckendorf, whose legs were now working fine (nothing like being chased by a huge monster to get your body back in order) shook his head and gasped for breath. “You shouldn’t have turned it on! It’s unstable! After a few years, automatons go wild!

The future for Commander Tool Belt was not looking so hot.

We’re burning,” Sadie pointed out helpfully. “Noticed!” I yelled back.