So Beckendorf was pretty popular?" Leo asked. "I mean-before he blew up?

I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.

My stomach churned. The monster had mimicked Thalia perfectly. If I'd heard that voice in the dark, calling for help, I would've run straight toward it.

Suspecting and knowing are not the same.

If I'm going to burn, it might as well be bright.

Dreams like podcast. Downloading truth in my ears. They tell me cool stuff.

Elections only happen in two ways," Reyna said. "Either the legion raises someone on a shield after a major success on the battlefield-and we haven't had any major battles-or we hold a ballot on the evening of June 24, at the Feast of Fortuna. That's in five days." Percy frowned. "You have a feast for tuna?