Doughboy, we need to talk.” Doughboy opened his wax eyes. “Finally! You realize how stuffy it is in there? At last you’ve remembered that you need my brilliant guidance.” “Actually we need to become a coat.

And you, Percy, are my favorite son.

Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good.

I'll let you and Zia have some quality time," she told me. "Just the two of you and your coat.

What’s the point of being a magician if you can’t wave your wand and make the people you care about feel better?

Just curious how much I'm going for these days," Leo said. "I mean, I can understand not being as pricey as Percy or Jason, maybe...but am I worth, like, two Franks, or three Franks?

Young people don't always do what they're told, but if they can pull it off and do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment.