Frank Zhang: lumbering klutz, child of Mars, part-time pachyderm.

He touched the screen as if trying to reach through with his hand. "You're a wonderful young lady. I don't tell you that often enough. You remind me so much of your mother. She'd be proud. And Grandpa Tom" --he chuckled-- "he always said you'd be the most powerful voice in our family. You're going to outshine me some day, you know. They're going to remember me as Piper McLean's father, and that's the best legacy I can imagine.

Nobody welcomes a war - not if they're smart. But war finds everyone sooner or later. It's inevitable.

Tell the sun and stars hello for me.

Okay," Annabeth said. "What exactly do you smell?" "Something bad," Tyson answered. "Great," Annabeth grumbled. "That clears it up.

Lovely. Imprisoned in a nursery school dungeon.

Stupid Sixteen year old kid falling from the sky! I'm late!