You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed.

Annabeth: Hey, Seaweed Brain. Percy: Will you stop calling me that? Annabeth: You know you love it.

I don’t leave her speechless very often. I have to enjoy those rare moments.

You never know!” Neith snapped. “The point is, I’ll survive the apocalypse. I can live off the land!” She jabbed a finger at me. “Did you know the palm tree has six different edible parts?” “Um—” “And I’ll never be bored,” Neith continued, “since I’m also the goddess of weaving. I have enough twine for a millennium of macramé!” I had no reply, as I wasn’t sure what macramé was.

The first thing we pulled out was a lump of white gunk. “Wax,” Carter pronounced. “Fascinating.

What did he say?" Hazel asked. "With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top," Percy replied.

Narcissus turned and scowled at Leo. “Who are you?” “I’m the Super-sized McShizzle, man!” Leo said. “I’m Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies love a bad boy.