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.

His lion and hippo legs twitched. I wondered if netherworld monsters dreamed of chasing rabbits.

Blowfish, did you say?" "Ah, no. Blofis, actually." "Oh, I see," Poseidon said. "A shame. I quite like blowfish.

I wrote for 10 years before I even started the 'Percy Jackson' series.

Do you give up?" Shezmu bellowed. "No!" I yelled. "No, we don't give up. We will name you. Just . . . Gosh, you're quite well muscled, arn't you? Do you work out?

"He mentioned it!" one of the ghosts whimpered.

You assume that it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?