Otis barreled towards them empty-handed, before apparently realizing that a) he was empty-handed and b) charging towards a large body of water to fight a son of Poseidon was maybe not a good idea.

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

Go Chase A Donut. -Percy Jackson.

As he fell toward the highway, a horrible scenario flashed through his mind: his body smashing against an SUV's windshield, some annoyed commuter trying to push him off with the wipers. "Stupid 16-year-old kid falling from the sky! I'm late!

Some pain shouldn’t be wished away so easily. It has to be dealt with, even embraced.

Back when I was on my first assignment as a seeker, I was way out in Arizona. Brought in this kid named Clarisse.” “Clarisse?” “Sibling of yours,” Hedge said. “Ares kid. Violent. Rude. Lots of potential.

Waitress!" Hedge called. "Six double espressos, and whatever these guys want. Put it on the girl's tab.