A surgeon would never hesitate to amputate a rotting hand, no matter how faithfully it had served its owner in the past.

To all my librarian friends, champions of books, true magicians in the House of Life. Without you, this writer would be lost in the Dust.

We don’t have much time. Mel will be out of the restroom soon.” “You’ve got a magician named Mel?

Maybe if he did really well they'd give him some mouldy apples.

Charlie …" Silena’s eyes were a million miles away. "See Charlie.

Leo drummed his fingers. “Great. I should have installed a smoke screen that makes the ship smell like a giant chicken nugget. Remind me to invent that, next time.” Hazel frowned. “What is a chicken nugget?” “Oh, man…” Leo shook his head in amazement. “That's right. You’ve missed the last, like, seventy years. Well, my apprentice, a chicken nugget—” “Doesn’t matter,” Annabeth interrupted.

CHEERS, CARTER. At least you have the sense to hand me the microphone for important things. Honestly, he drones on and on about his plans for the Apocalypse, but he makes no plans at all for the school dance. My brother's priorities are severely skewed.