My dear, I'm a cat. Everything I see is mine.

The vulture Nekhbet, who'd one possessed my gran (long story); the crocodile Sobek, who'd tried to kill my cat (longer story); and the lion goddess Sekhmet, whom we'd once vanished in hot sauce ( don't even ask) - page 9

Me? I slept like the dead, which I hoped wasn’t a sign of things to come.

What’s the point of being a magician if you can’t wave your wand and make the people you care about feel better?

Down in the water, Octavian yelled, “Get me out of here! I’ll kill you!” “Tempting,” Percy called down.

It was almost enough to make me turn vegetarian, except for the pesky fact that I loved cheeseburgers.

Percy looked at Coach Hedge and Frank. “A trap?” “Probably,” Frank said. “She’s not mortal,” Hedge said, sniffing the air. “Probably some kind of goat-eating, demigod-destroying fiend from Tartarus.” “No doubt,” Percy agreed. “Awesome.” Hedge grinned. “Let’s go.