Well . . . sure good to be together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror. Oh, look. It's our floor.

I woke to a bucket of ice water in my face. “Sadie! Get up,” Zia said. “God!” I yelled. “Was that necessary?” “No,” admitted Zia.

Wonderful, Annabeth thought. Her own mother, the most levelheaded Olympian, was reduced to a raving, vicious scatterbrain in a subway station. And, of all the gods who might help them, the only ones not affected by the Greek-Roman schism seemed to be Aphrodite, Nemesis and Dionysus. Love, revenge, wine. Very helpful.

Life is only precious because it ends, kid. Take it from a god. You mortals don't know how lucky you are

Mugged by my own mother.

Look, I never wanted to be a half-blood. most of the time it gets you killed in nasty, dangerous ways.

We choose to believe in Ma'at. We create order out of chaos, beauty out of ugly randomness. That's what Egypt is all about.