You dropped this," he said, totally poker-faced.
Whats up, Seaweed Brain?
The taller they are, the longer they fall.
He looked like those paintings of baby angels - what do you call them, hubbubs? No cherubs. That's it. He looked like a cherub who'd turned middle-aged in a trailer park.
But Grover’s voice was already growing fainter. ‘Sweet dreams. Don’t let me die!
Most of Set’s forces were running towards our boat, screaming and throwing rocks (which tended to fall down and hit them, but no one says demons are bright).