Water liked to be free. Given time, water could overcome any barrier, and it hated to be trapped, just like Percy.

Nothing like watching your relatives fight, I always say.

A person's shadow stood for his legacy, his impact on the world. Some people cast hardly any shadow at all. Some cast long, deep shadows that endured for centuries.

Relax," Chiron told me. "Keep a clear head. And remember, you may be about to prevent the biggest war in human history." "Relax," I said. "I'm very relaxed.

We are servants of Ma’at—order and justice. We don’t kill our enemies for things they might do in the future.

Oh, did you expect me to play fair?" Cupid laughed. "I am the god of love. I am never fair.

Tyson, Frank is a descendant of Poseidon." "Brother!" Tyson crushed Frank in a hug. Percy stifled a laugh. "Actually he's more like a great-great-...Oh, never mind. Yeah, he's your brother." "Thanks." Frank mumbled through a mouthful of flannel.