But not like this: not with the house just an afterimage, and my mom a spirit, and my dad...recycled." "Carter Kane, Chapter 41

Okay," Annabeth said. "What exactly do you smell?" "Something bad," Tyson answered. "Great," Annabeth grumbled. "That clears it up.

Is Tyson okay?' I asked. The question seemed to take my dad by surprise. 'He's fine. Doing much better than I expected. Though 'peanut butter' is a strange battle cry.

He warned me the greediest wishes cause the greatest sorrows.

Who are you and why are you my cat?

Happy the Dragon was not so happy.

When he woke, daylight was coming through the glass floor, and a boy's voice said, "Oh...You are in so much trouble.