But who are you?" Percy—" I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. "Gotta go!" What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?

You know how hard it is to feel like an extreme falcon-headed combat machine when somebody calls you "chicken man"?

Which reminded me...I still owed the gods a debt. "You're a genius," I (Percy) told Annabeth.

I have some extra costumes-" "No!" Ephialtes snapped, and for once Percy was in agreement.

I couldn't help thinking about my dream, with Annabeth crumpled and lifeless in Luke's arms. Here I was rescuing baby monsters, but I couldn't save my friend.

Quintus..." Geryon mused. "Short gray hair, muscular, swordsman?" "Yeah." "Never heard of him.

I knew there was a reason I didnt turn you into a banana slug." Leonid'd eyes widened. "No banana slug! Please!" "It was a compliement, silly. Forbidden is good! Sadie likes forbidden!