The forge looked like a steam-powered locomotive had smashed into the Greek Parthenon and they had fused together.

Hello!” The girl in the blood-red dress beamed at Leo. “Are you Dionysus?” There was only one answer to that. “Yes!” Leo yelped. “Absolutely. I am Dionysus.

I couldn't believe I'd come this far, lost Tyson, suffered through so much, only to fail - stopped by a big stupid monster in a baby-blue tuxedo kilt. Nobody was going to swat down my friends like that! I mean... nobody, not Nobody. Ah, you know what I mean.

Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies

I try very hard to be annoying. Don’t insult my ability to annoy.

I remembered what she'd told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought - just maybe - we were off to a good start.

Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. “I love you.” She wasn’t sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words.