I've always found the second book in a series is the hardest to write.

Your head is full of kelp.

I don’t leave her speechless very often. I have to enjoy those rare moments.

Percy: I thought I’d lost my mom forever, and I was stuck on a hill in a thunderstorm fighting this huge bull dude while Grover was passed out wailing. “Food!” It was terrifying, man.

The thing about plummetting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late.

It's like I was connected to the plumping system.

What? You run? Coward! Stand still and die!” Percy had no intention of doing that.