She’s pretty,” Zethes mumbled. “I mean, she’s right.
I plucked a ruby off the nearest plant and threw it at Hades.
Hey!" I screamed, waving the jacket, running to one side of the monster. "Hey, stupid! Ground beef!
That’s right, Sadie. For our first real date, I picked up Zia in a boat pulled by a deranged griffin. So what? Like your dates aren’t weird?
Why are they so sad?” I asked. “Well, they’re dead,” Carter speculated.
Frank: "I wish I was ADHD or dyslexic. All I got is lactose intolerance." Percy: "Seriously?" Frank: "And I love ice cream too.