Destroy it?' Leo was appalled. 'You've got a life-size bronze dragon, and you want to destroy it?' 'It breathes fire,' Nyssa explained. 'It's deadly and out of control.' 'But it's a dragon!

When I was alive, I mean the first time, Mussolini was in charge. We were at war.” “Mussolini?” Leo frowned. “Wasn’t he like BFFs with Hitler?

The store had a hand-painted sign the read: MOOSE PASS GAS. "That's just wrong," Frank said.

You have to be compelled to write. If you’re not, nothing else that you do matters.

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.

Laistry....I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?" "Canadians.

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