Am I a troubled kid? Yeah, you could say that.

Aphrodite: Pfft. That's not the point. Follow your heart. Percy: But... I don't know where it's going. My heart, I mean.

Mark my words, nothing smells worse than burned scorpion.

Before I could do anything rash, a familiar voice behind me said, "Hello, Sadie." The other girls let out a collective gasp. My pulse quickened from "slow walk" to "fifty-meter-dash." I turned and found that-yes, indeed-the god Anubis had crashed our dance.

It was almost enough to make me turn vegetarian, except for the pesky fact that I loved cheeseburgers.

How flattering,” I grumbled. “My soul glows.

I'm a teacher still, but with a much larger classroom.