Ella is nervous,” the harpy muttered from her perch on the railing. “The elephant. The elephant is watching Ella.

One down," Beckendorf said. "About five thousand to go." He tossed me a jar of thick green liquid—Greek fire, one of the most dangerous magical substances in the world. Then he threw me another essential tool of demigod heroes—duct tape

Why are they so sad?” I asked. “Well, they’re dead,” Carter speculated.

Marvelous,” she said. “Tell me about this tapestry.” Arachne’s lips curled over her mandibles. “Why do you care? You're about to die.” “Well, yes,” Annabeth said. “But the way you captured the light is amazing. Did you use real gold thread for the sunbeams?

Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.

I like both Greek and Egyptian. More Greek stories have survived, so we know more about them. They've always been my favorite. On the other hand, I like the Egyptian stories because they're not as commonly known and they have an exotic flavour.

Dreams like podcast. Downloading truth in my ears. They tell me cool stuff.