Annabeth came up to me. She was dressed in black camouflage with her Celestial bronze knife strapped to her arm and her laptop bag slung over her shoulder—ready for stabbing or surfing the Internet, whichever came first.

Stop!" Narcissus got to his feet. "This is not right! This person is obviously not awesome, so he must be..." He struggled for the right words. It had probably been a long time since he'd talked about anything other than himself. "He must be tricking us." Apparently Narcissus wasn't completely stupid.

My experience with Khonsu had taught me not be greedy about time. It was best to appreciate what you had and not yearn for more.

Thoth's beak! You are impossibley stubborn." "Yeah, it's a gift.

Makes us appreciate blessing, not be greedy and mean and fat like Polyphemus.

All right cupcakes listen up!

Blowfish, did you say?" "Ah, no. Blofis, actually." "Oh, I see," Poseidon said. "A shame. I quite like blowfish.