Come on," I said. "I've got some questions for Thoth. And then I'm going to punch him in the beak.

Contrary to what you might think, I don't spend every waking hour thinking about boys." "Just most waking hours?

But Annabeth knew that people saw what they wanted to see. They didn’t need the Mist to warp their perceptions.

My fatal flaw is hubris. The brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches? No, seaweed brain. That's hummus. Hubris is worse. What could be worse than hummus?

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).

It's not easy. I got lots of rejections when I first started out. If you want to write, you have to believe in yourself and not give up. You have to do your best to practice and get better.

Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or..." "Or we'll die?" I guessed. "Well...after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes." "Let's avoid the swords," I decided.