"Boys," Annabeth interrupted, "I'm sure you both would've been wonderful at killing each other. But right now you need some rest."

I’m a cat. I respect the sanctity of sleep.

June smiled. "So what will it be? Safety, or a future of pain and possibility?"

You know how hard it is to feel like an extreme falcon-headed combat machine when somebody calls you "chicken man"?

Contrary to what you might think, I don't spend every waking hour thinking about boys." "Just most waking hours?

I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.

So, yeah. Our cat was a goddess. What else is new?