Whenever Percy stopped by to see [Annabeth], she was so lost in thought that the conversation went something like this: Percy: 'Hey, how's it going?' Annabeth: 'Uh, no thanks.' Percy: 'Okay...have you eaten anything today?' Annabeth: 'I think Leo is on duty. Ask him.' Percy: 'So, my hair is on fire.' Annabeth: 'Okay, in a while.

She'd also called me brave...unless she was talking to the catfish.

Rachel: They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb. Annabeth: Was it hard?

CHEERS, CARTER. At least you have the sense to hand me the microphone for important things. Honestly, he drones on and on about his plans for the Apocalypse, but he makes no plans at all for the school dance. My brother's priorities are severely skewed.

I’d been to the British museum before. In fact I’ve been in more museums than I like to admit—it makes me sound like a total geek. [That’s Sadie in the background, yelling I am a total geek. Thanks, Sis.]

Great," Percy said. "Seven of us against Hercules." "And a satyr!" Hedge added. "We can take him.

But Annabeth knew that people saw what they wanted to see. They didn’t need the Mist to warp their perceptions.