Which meant his only assets were one whiny imprisoned goddess, one sort-of-girlfriend with a dagger, and Leo, who apparently thought he could defeat the armies of darkness with breath mints.

For once, I didn't look back.

Tyson! Thank the gods, Annabeth is hurt!" "You thank the gods that she is hurt?" he asked, puzzled.

Twelve minutes. I can give you that.

What I did next was so impulsive and dangerous I should've been named ADHD poster child of the year.

Nico started to crawl away, groaning. Percy wanted him to move faster and groan less. He considered throwing his wonder bread at him.

Frank imitated the voice of Vitellius: 'They're wimps! Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it!