She had to face the fact that she couldn't protect everyone she loved. She couldn't solve every problem.

Well," I said. "If you need me, I'll be outside, playing with sharp objects.

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

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

I don't recommend shadow travel if you're scared of: a) The dark b) Cold shivers up your spine c) Strange noises d) Going so fast you feel like your face is peeling off In other words, I thought it was awesome.

You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like... like Hercules. I am honored that you carry this sword.

Amos sipped his coffee. "Sorry if that distubed you. Khufu's very picky. He only eats foods that end in -o. Doritos, burritos, flamingos." I blinked. "Did you say-" "Carter," Sadie warned. She looked a little queasy, like she'd already had this conversation. "Don't ask.