Humans don't exist on the same level as immortals. They can't even be hurt by our weapons. But you,Percy - you are part god,part human.You live in both worlds.You can be harmed by both,and you can affect both. That's what makes heroes so special.

Hope," Frank grumbled. "I'd rather have a few good weasels.

Hold up," Leo said. "You guys lost a dragon? A Real full size dragon?

How did you die?" "We er....drowned in a bathtub." "All three of you?" "It was a big bathtub.

I can’t believe how much this place has grown,” Hazel muttered. The taxi driver grinned in the rearview mirror. “Been a long time since you visited, miss?” “About seventy years,” Hazel said. The driver slid the glass partition closed and drove on in silence.

You know how hard it is to feel like an extreme falcon-headed combat machine when somebody calls you "chicken man"?

Maybe—just maybe—Sadie had my best interests at heart. (I just caught her making faces at me, so maybe not.)