Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or..." "Or we'll die?" I guessed. "Well...after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes." "Let's avoid the swords," I decided.

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

I have more ideas than I'll ever be able to write in five lifetimes.

Twelve minutes. I can give you that.

Feel the wrath of wheat!

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

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