I know you'll do what's best for Annabeth." "How can you be sure?" "Because she'd do the same for you.

No matter how many times Percy killed them and watched them crumble to powder, they just kept re-forming like large evil dust bunnies.

Which reminded me...I still owed the gods a debt. "You're a genius," I (Percy) told Annabeth.

He could't have survied a hundred foot drop. I'm sorry Annabeth.

Do you have a favorite constalation, Percy?' I was still kind of wondering about the little green snakes he'd shoved into his jogging shorts, but i said. 'Uh, I like Hercules.' 'Why?' 'Well... because he had rotten luck. Even worse than mine. It makes me feel better." The jogger chuckled. 'Not because he was strong and famouse and all that?' 'No.

Yes,' she said. 'The Great Prophecy has begun.' Pandemonium broke out.

If I couldn't trust her, I couldn't trust anyone.