Tyson dropped the two warriors he was about to tie into a knot and jogged after us. He jumped on the centaur's back. 'Dude!' the centaur groaned, almost buckling under Tyson's weight. 'Do the words "low-carb diet" mean anything to you?

So, destroy?" Cal asked. Clearly, the conversation was giving his two brain cells a serious workout.

Okay," Annabeth said. "What exactly do you smell?" "Something bad," Tyson answered. "Great," Annabeth grumbled. "That clears it up.

Monsters don't die. They just dissipate into smoke and dust, which saves heroes a lot of trouble cleaning up after a fight.

Nico, I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest.

Vitellius would've given Percy an hour-long lecture on the subject, probably with a PowerPoint presentation.

Me? I slept like the dead, which I hoped wasn’t a sign of things to come.