We’re burning,” Sadie pointed out helpfully. “Noticed!” I yelled back.

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

Now fight me! For today thee House of Hades will be called the saviors of Olympus.

Carter started down the stairs, but I grabbed his arm. “Hang on. What about traps?” He frowned. “Traps?” “Didn’t Egyptian tombs have traps?” “Well…sometimes. But this isn’t a tomb. Besides, more often they had curses, like the burning curse, the donkey curse—” “Oh, lovely. That sounds so much better.

In the center stood a marble alter, where a kid in a toga was doing some sort of ritual in front of a massive golden statue of the big dude himself:Jupiter the sky god, dressed in a silk XXXL purple toga, holding a lightning bolt. "It doesn't look like that," Percy muttered. "What?" Hazel asked. "The master bolt," Percy said. "What are you talking about?" "I-" Percy frowned. For a second, he'd thought he remembered something. Now it was gone. "Nothing, I guess.

Seriously, who curses you with their dying breath and says, I hope your eye twitches!

She said this in the same way you might say Fields of Punishment or Hades's gym shorts.