Remake the world, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world.

June cackled with delight, muttering, "Whoops!" as a car almost killed them.

Which reminded me...I still owed the gods a debt. "You're a genius," I (Percy) told Annabeth.

I was wishing I'd bought some of that Camp Half Blood orange thermal underwear..." ?!?!

Ptah? son of ptooey? What is he god of spitting? i asked

Different elevator music was playing since my last visit-that old disco song "Stayin' Alive." A terrifying image flashed through my mind of Apollo in bell-bottom pants and a slinky silk shirt.

Mr. D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator. He looked up lazily. "Do you mind?" Where's Chiron!" I shouted. How rude." Mr. D took a swig from a jug of grape juice. "Is that how you say hello?" Hello," I amended. "We're about to die! Where's Chiron?