Oh, god,” I said. “Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?” --Sadie to Zia

A person's shadow stood for his legacy, his impact on the world. Some people cast hardly any shadow at all. Some cast long, deep shadows that endured for centuries.

He was rewarded with a silver-and-red can of soda. He brandished it at the dolphin warriors as if spraying them with bug repellant. "Behold!" Percy shouted. "The god's chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!" The dolphin-men began to panic. They were on the edge of retreat. Percy could feel it.

As we rose over the rooftops I caught my breath-well, if you can catch your breath underwater.

CHEERS, CARTER. At least you have the sense to hand me the microphone for important things. Honestly, he drones on and on about his plans for the Apocalypse, but he makes no plans at all for the school dance. My brother's priorities are severely skewed.

Aphrodite strikes again, huh? You're gonna be the best-dressed warrior in town, beauty queen.

Happy the Dragon was not so happy.