A tinkerer,” snapped Pasiphaë. “Even worse. I knew Daedalus. His inventions brought me nothing but trouble.” Leo blinked. “Daedalus…like, the Daedalus? Well, then, you should know all about us tinkerers. We’re more into fixing, building, occasionally sticking wads of oilcloth in the mouths of rude ladies—

I was flying right toward him (the pig) at the speed of demigod-smashing.

Hey!" I screamed, waving the jacket, running to one side of the monster. "Hey, stupid! Ground beef!

Love is powerful. It can bring the gods to their knees.

There!" Apollo pointed. "Long Island, dead ahead. Let's slow down, dear. 'Dead' is only an expression.

Aphrodite strikes again, huh? You're gonna be the best-dressed warrior in town, beauty queen.

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