[Percy] kept hoping things would get better for Annabeth and him, but their lives just got more dangerous, as if the Three Fates were up there spinning their futures with barbed wire instead of thread just to see how much two demigods could tolerate.

I've got this." Apollo stepped forward. His fiery armor was so bright it was hard to look at, and his matching Ray-Bans and perfect smile made him look like a male model for battle gear. "God of medicine, at your service.

Grand buildings made her feel better--maybe because being in a place so permanent made her feel more permanent.

How did you die?" "We er....drowned in a bathtub." "All three of you?" "It was a big bathtub.

I plucked a ruby off the nearest plant and threw it at Hades.

Um, dad?" I called "How's it going?" "Percy!" Annabeth whispered. "We're in a hurry!

The taller they are, the longer they fall.