Um, dad?" I called "How's it going?" "Percy!" Annabeth whispered. "We're in a hurry!

Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt.

The Cyclopes growled, "I don't see very well since the last hero poked my eye out, but you're... NO... LADY... CYCLOPES!

That’s Narmer with the spoon,” I guessed. “Angry because the other bloke stole his breakfast cereal?

I tried to talk to Annabeth, but she was acting like I'd just punched her grandmother.

Annabeth Thalia and I hadn't seen each other in months but between the blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do we were too nervous to talk much. Except for my mom. She talks more when she's nervous. By the time we finally got to Westover Hall it was getting dark and she'd told Annabeth and Thalia every embarrassing baby story there was to tell about me.

Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.