I have to be careful. My readers are very detail-oriented, and if I make a mistake they'll call me on it.

We had enough quite enough snobbery in this world without exporting it to the hereafter.

Who are you?" he asked. "I'm a shabti, of course!" The figurine rubbed his dented head. He still looked quite lumpish, only now he was a living lump. "Master calls me Doughboy, though I find the name insulting. You may call me Supreme-Force-Who-Crushes-His-Enemies!

Seriously, who curses you with their dying breath and says, I hope your eye twitches!

I have some extra costumes-" "No!" Ephialtes snapped, and for once Percy was in agreement.

As an author, I don't really think too much about being a celebrity. It's not like being a movie star or a TV star. It's not as if people recognize me when I walk down the street. That hardly ever happens, and it's just as well. But it is great when people know my books, when I walk through an airport and see them in the bookstore, or when I see someone reading a book on a plane or on a train, and it's something I've written. That's a wonderful feeling.

Why do you need to gallop while you fly?" "Why do humans have to sway their arms while they walk? I dunno boss, but it just feels right.