I held out my dad’s magic box and let it o, sure it would smash to the floor. Instead, the box disappeared. “Cool,” I said. “Sure you I can get it back?” “No,” Bast said. “Now come on!

My resolve, my anger, even my grief gave me confidence

The waiter brought fresh-baked bread and cheese, a bottle of sparkling water for Annabeth, and a Coke with ice for me (because I’m a barbarian).

Now, now," Bast said. "It's not so bad." "Right," I said. "We're stuck in Washington, D.C. We have two days to make it to Arizona and stop a god we don't know how to stop. And if we can't, we'll never see our dad or Amos again, and the world might end." "That's the spirit!" Bast said brightly. "Now, let's have a picnic.

The store had a hand-painted sign the read: MOOSE PASS GAS. "That's just wrong," Frank said.

Survive first. Figure out crayon drawing of destiny later.

Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help, I am so cool.