the best people have the rottenest luck

He issued orders to us: demigods who come to us for aid are no longer to be tolerated. We are to crush your little mortal faces.' There was an uncomfortable silence. 'That sounds...extreme,' Jason ventured.

I said hello to the poodle.

You're cute when you're worried, your eyebrows get all scrunched together.

The dead see what they believe they will see. So do the living. That is the secret.

The truth hit him. Jason wasn't quite Roman anymore. His time at Camp Half-Blood had changed him. Reyna had recognized that. Apparently, so did the undead legionnaires. If Jason no longer gave off the right sort of vibe, or aura of a Roman leader.

The most dangerous flaws are those which are good in moderation.