That really was NOT fun, though. Well, the hitting-her-with-a-stick part, that was fun. But crashing into a concrete bear? NOT fun.

I keep forgetting about your amnesia. Heh. Forgetting about amnesia. That's funny.

What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades's underwear?

She wondered if it was her stupid mother, the goddess of love, messing with her thoughts. If Piper started getting urges to read fashion magazines, she was going to have to find Aphrodite and smack her.

I whistled. "You have evil thoughts for a goat.

Nothing like ADHD and a good fight to the death to make time fly

I’ll distract them,” Carter said. “You search. The Trophy room is through there.” “Carter!” But the fool ran off to protect me. I hate when he does that.