Right.” Sadie looked dazed. “You’ve got a monkey butler. Why not?

Leo took out a pen and autographed the arm of one of the nymphs. “Narcissus is a loser! He’s so weak, he can’t bench-press a Kleenex. He’s so lame, when you look up lame on Wikipedia, it’s got a picture of Narcissus—only the picture’s so ugly, no one ever checks it out.

I heard Amos yell, “For Brooklyn!” It was an odd battle cry.

Let's boogie,' he (Leo) said. 'Before I come to my senses

Fighting giants was one thing. Bacchus making into a game was something else.

He had no idea where the stereotype of dumb giggly blondes came from. Ever since he'd met Annabeth at the Grand Canyon last winter,when she'd marched toward him with that Give me Percy Jackson or I’ll kill you expression, Leo had thought of blondes as much too smart and much too dangerous.

I have more ideas than I'll ever be able to write in five lifetimes.