Percy yelled. "What's going- Gah! Shrimpzilla!

Yeah." He took one last look at the cityscape of Rome, turning bloodred in the sunset. "Festus, raise the sails. We've got some friends to save.

Can we just call them storm spirits?” Leo asked. “Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks.

So you've got no name?" I asked. "They couldn't think of one ugly enough?" The creature snarled, stepping over the unconscious policeman. "Set animal is too hard to say," I decided. "I'll call you Leroy." Apparently, Leroy didn't like his name. He lunged.

If you've ever tried ba travel, I wouldn't recommend it-- unless of course you fancy turning into a phantom chicken and rafting uncontrollably through the currents of the Duat.

I tried to talk to Annabeth, but she was acting like I'd just punched her grandmother.

She said this in the same way you might say Fields of Punishment or Hades's gym shorts.