Being turned into a lizard can really mess up your day.

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

The world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine. -Dionysus

But how do we even get to the land of the dead?” I asked. “I mean…without dying.

He issued orders to us: demigods who come to us for aid are no longer to be tolerated. We are to crush your little mortal faces.' There was an uncomfortable silence. 'That sounds...extreme,' Jason ventured.

Percy?" Annabeth gripped his arm. "Oh, bad," he muttered. "Bad. Bad." He looked across the table at Frank and Hazel. "You guys remember Polybotes?" "The giant who invaded Camp Jupiter," Hazel said. "The anti-Poseidon you whacked in the head with a Terminus statue. Yes, I think I remember

Her secret fear? Maybe she didn't tried hard enough.