She tied her blond hair back with a strip of denim torn from her pants leg, and in the fiery light of the river, her grey eyes flickered. Despite being beat-up, sooty, and dressed like a homeless person, she looked great to Percy. So what if they were in Tartarus? So what if they stood a slim chance of surviving? He was so glad that they were together, he had the ridiculous urge to smile.

Like some helpful person (hi, Mom) has tried to "'clean'" it, and suddenly you can't find anything?

Everyone hates clowns," Otis said. "Even other clowns hate clowns.

Frank Zhang: lumbering klutz, child of Mars, part-time pachyderm.

Anubis frowned. He locked his very nice eyes with mine. “You’re not dead.” “No,” I said. “Though we’re trying awfully hard.

This is Buford,” Leo announced. “You name your furniture?” Frank asked.

He pinched the name tag and ran his fingers under the letters. "Can you read this, mate? It says C-H-A-R-O-N. Say it with me: CARE-ON." "Charon." "Amazing! Now: Mr. Charon." "Mr. Charon." "Well done.