Grand buildings made her feel better--maybe because being in a place so permanent made her feel more permanent.

"Yeah, flattering." Percy raised Riptide. "But actually I'm the son of Poseidon. I'm from Camp Half-Blood."

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

The sea does not like to be restrained.

No more Lastrygonians.” Ella fluttered down and landed next to them. “Six minus six is zero. Spears are good for subtraction, yep.

I’m sorry I can’t do more. But happy birthday, Sadie.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

Kids are baby goats. They're cute and they have redeeming social value. You are definitely not kids.