She decided she'd rather die in some less memorable way- maybe falling down the stairs, or going peacefully in her sleep at the age eighty, after a nice quiet life with Percy.Yes, that sounded good.

Set screamed something in Ancient Egyptian. I was fairly sure it wasn’t a compliment. “I will rend your limbs from their sockets!” he shouted. “I will—” “Die?” Carter suggested.

Dakota's head was stuck in his toga. He staggered around olike a Kool-Aid-stained ghost. "Um," Percy said, "should I wear my bed sheets?

I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows- slow, dumb, and bright red.

The baboon is driving,” I noted. “Should I be worried?

Remake the world, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world.

Think positive girl, or the world ends.