Fish Ponies! I put them on the ceiling!" -Tyson

"Boys," Annabeth interrupted, "I'm sure you both would've been wonderful at killing each other. But right now you need some rest."

Race you to the road?" I said. "You are so going to lose." She (Annabeth) took off down Half-Blood Hill and I sprinted after her. For once, I didn't look back.

So I took her hand, and I don't know what everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a slow dance: a little sad, but maybe a little hopeful, too.

How do you have five children in a row, each on a different say?” “They’re gods,” Carter said. “They can do stuff like that.

Never seen Jason fly before," Percy grumbled. "He looks like a blond Superman

Your uncle," Poseidon sighed, "has always had a flair for dramatic exits. I think he would've done well as the god of theater.