He was making a brave attempt, but Jason could see the sadness lingering in his eyes. Something had happened to him... something to do with Calypso.

You have to be compelled to write. If you’re not, nothing else that you do matters.

Monsters,' her dad said, a tear tracing his cheek. 'I live in a world of monsters.

The Death Mist is not for helping!" Akhlys shrieked. "It shrouds mortals in misery as their souls pass into the Underworld. It is the very breath of Tartarus, of death, of despair!" "Awesome," Percy said. "Could we get two orders of that to go?

Athena always, always has a plan.

The others strapped themselves below - except for Coach Hedge, who insisted on clinging to the forward rail, yelling, "YEAH! Bring it on, Lake!

You assume that it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?