Once I got over the fact that my Latin teacher was a horse, we had a nice tour, though I was careful not to walk behind him. I'd done pooper-scooper patrol in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade a few times, and, I'm sorry, I did not trust Chiron's back the the way I trusted his front.

The forge looked like a steam-powered locomotive had smashed into the Greek Parthenon and they had fused together.

I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.

Behold!" Percy shouted. "The god's chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!

the answer to every problem involved penguins

My only thought was to keep him away from Annabeth.

Destroy them later?" Cal offered, which was probably as close to friendly as he ever got.