Hazel squinted. "How far?" "Just over the river and through the woods." Percy raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? To Grandmother's house we go?" Frank cleared his throat. "Yeah, anyway.

but I felt as if I’d just been Photoshopped out of my own book cover. And if there was one thing I wasn’t used to, it was being ignored

so mortals tend to see only what they can understand.

The waiter brought fresh-baked bread and cheese, a bottle of sparkling water for Annabeth, and a Coke with ice for me (because I’m a barbarian).

Life is only precious because it ends, kid. Take it from a god. You mortals don't know how lucky you are

I suppose with so many things suddenly getting better, the things that were still missing hurt even worse.

That was Hera. Her Majesty, the Loose Cannon.