Percy tried to remember. He really did. For some reason, Annabeth and he had visited a spa and decided to destroy it. He couldn't imagine why. Maybe they hadn't like the deep-tissue massage? Maybe they'd gotten bad manicures?

I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to kneel or buy stamps from him or what.

Hey Grover! Thorn's kidnapping us! He's a poisonous spike-throwing maniac! Help!

I can try to disable it," I said, "but if I mess up, this whole apartment is going to fill with gas. We'll die." Thalia swallowed. " I trust you. Just... don't mess it up.

You're cute when you're worried, your eyebrows get all scrunched together.

If not for the horses, Piper would've died.

I come to writing the same way I come to teaching, which is that my goal is always to create life-long readers.