I tried to talk to Annabeth, but she was acting like I'd just punched her grandmother.

Part of their problem was Percy. He fought like a demon, whirling through the defender's ranks in a completely unorthodox style, rolling under their feet, slashing with his sword instead of stabbing like a Roman would, whacking campers with the flat of his blade, and generally causing mass panic.

Keep a demon busy, I thought. Right. Maybe he fancies a game of Tiddlywinks.

Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.

For a moment, Percy actually remembered what it was like to be happy. He had an amazing girlfriend. They could have a future together.

He remembered his home now, and that gave him new determination to succeed. He was fighting for two camps now -- two families.

I racked my brain trying to remember the names of all of Nut’s five children. Bit difficult without my brother, the human Wikipedia, around to keep track of such trivia for me.