Maybe—just maybe—Sadie had my best interests at heart. (I just caught her making faces at me, so maybe not.)

Does truth have a moral?

'Are you guys busy?' Juniper asked. 'Well,' I said, 'we're in the middle of this game against a bunch of monsters and we're trying not to die.' 'We're not busy,' Annabeth said.

I nodded, looking at Rachel with respect. "You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.

I'm the son of Jupiter, I'm a child of Rome, consul to demigods, praetor of the First Legion. I slew the Trojan sea monster, I toppled the black throne of Kronos, and destroyed Titan Krios with my own hand. And now I'm going to destroy you Porphyrion, and feed you to your own wolves." "Wow, dude," Leo muttered, "You been eating red meat?

You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like... like Hercules. I am honored that you carry this sword.

Whoa," Connor Stoll said. "Back up. Zoom in right there." "What?" Annabeth said nervously. "You see invaders?" "No, right there—Dylan's Candy Bar." Connor grinned at his brother. "Dude, it's open. And everyone is asleep. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Connor!" Katie Gardner scolded. She sounded like her mother, Demeter. "This is serious. You are not going to loot a candy store in the middle of a war!" "Sorry," Connor muttered, but he didn't sound very ashamed.