Khufu carefully picked out everything that ended with-o—Doritos, Oreos, and some chunks of meat. Buffalo? Armadillo? I was scared to even ask.

I couldn’t miss Percy’s fifteenth birthday,” Poseidon said. “Why, if this were Sparta, Percy would be a man today!” "That’s true,” Paul said. “I used to teach ancient history.” Poseidon’s eyes twinkled. “That’s me. Ancient history.

You can do this" I murmured. "You are my brother. I love you. All the embarrassing bits, all the annoying bits, which I imagine is most of you--a thousand Zias might run away from you if they knew the truth. But I won't. I'll still be here.

I have some extra costumes-" "No!" Ephialtes snapped, and for once Percy was in agreement.

Her perfume was a mixture of roses and tear gas.

Coach Hedge grumbled as he tended their wounds. “How come I never get invited on these violent trips?

Until she met the exploding statue, Annabeth thought she was prepared for anything.