Right," she said, "We're going to the Land of the Dead and I shouldn't think negative.

Getting eaten by a giant crocodile was bad enough. The kid with the glowing sword only made my day worse.

Dreams like a podcast, Downloading truth in my ears. They tell me cool stuff." "Apollo?" I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad. He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred." "A god named Fred?

I don't care what your nose says! The last time you smelled half-blood, it turned out to be a meatloaf sandwich!" "Meatloaf sandwiches are good! But this is a half-blood scent, I swear. They are on board!" "Bah, your brain isn't on board!

My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they’re dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set.

So I saved your life, and you repaid me by raising Kronos. That's fair.

We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes.