The images from the book you make in your head are always going to be the best images.

Suspecting and knowing are not the same.

Of course, Annabeth wouldn't be able to breathe, but at the moment, that seemed like a minor problem.

Briefly, the nymphaeum glowed with a softer light, like a full moon. Piper smelled exotic spices and blooming roses. She heard distant music and happy voices talking and laughing. She guessed she was hearing hundreds of years of parties and celebrations that had been held at this shrine in ancient times, as if the memories had been freed along with the spirits. 'What is that?' Jason asked nervously. Piper slipped her hand into his. 'The ghosts are dancing.

Somewhere behind me, Zia yelled, "Hippo!" Which I thought was a little late. ~Carter Kane

If i'm going to survive, it won't be because i have a lion-skin cloak. I'm not Hercules.

Die,human! Die, silly polluting nasty person!