Just for you non-sea-god types out there, don't go swimming in New York Harbor. It may not be as filthy as it was in my mom's day, but that water will still probably make you grow a third eye or have mutant children when you grow up.

Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt.

Love is powerful. It can bring the gods to their knees.

"Percy, you're a brave guy," She said. "Just take the compliment. I swear, is it so hard?"

But if she'd realized that nine desiccated zombie nymphs would be waiting for her, she never would have come down here.

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.

I want to build some thing permanent.