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

Your mom is a rainbow goddess?" "You got a problem with that?" "No, no. Rainbows. Very macho.

So why are we practicing this, anyway?" Percy asked. "Do you guys spend a lot of time laying siege to fortified cities?

Zoë threw up her hands in exasperation. "I hate this language. It changes too often!

"Yeah, flattering." Percy raised Riptide. "But actually I'm the son of Poseidon. I'm from Camp Half-Blood."

Lord Bacchus, do you remember me? I helped you with that missing leopard in Sonoma." Bacchus scratched his stubbly chin. "Ah... yes. John Green." "Jason Grace." "Whatever," the god said.

You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed.