Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good.

Knowledge isn't always good for you.

Aphrodite strikes again, huh? You're gonna be the best-dressed warrior in town, beauty queen.

I'd missed Annabeth probably more than I wanted to admit.

Glad you're back to normal. The makeup and the dress were a lot more intimidating than the dagger." "Get going, Sparky, before I skewer you." "Sparky?

That’s us,” he said. “Those five nuts right there.” Which one is me?” I asked. The little deformed one,” Zoe suggested. Oh, shut up.

A surgeon would never hesitate to amputate a rotting hand, no matter how faithfully it had served its owner in the past.