“There’s my baby!” I cried, quite carried away. “There’s my Poochiekins!” Ammit ran at me and leaped into my arms, nuzzling me with his rough snout. “My lord Osiris!” Disturber lost the bottom of his scroll again, which unraveled around his legs. “This is an outrage!” “Sadie,” Dad said firmly, “please do not refer to the Devourer of Souls as Poochiekins.”

You assume that it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?

If you're heading downtown from Centeral Park, my advice is to take the subway. Flying pigs are faster but way more dangerous

Maybe—just maybe—Sadie had my best interests at heart. (I just caught her making faces at me, so maybe not.)

Until she met the exploding statue, Annabeth thought she was prepared for anything.

No!" Amy said. "Dan, you're lucky it was only concussive. You could've wiped out the whole Holt family." "And that would've been bad because...?

But... you're still getting married?" Grover sounded hurt. "Who's the bride?" Ploypemus looked toward the boiling pot. Clarisse made a strangled sound. "Oh, no! You can't be serious. I'm not-