I still don't understand what a sea god would be doing in Atlanta." Leo snorted. "What's a wine god doing in Kansas? Gods are weird.

No hero is above fear, Percy. And you have risen above every hero. - Poseidon

That was Hera. Her Majesty, the Loose Cannon.

We’re burning,” Sadie pointed out helpfully. “Noticed!” I yelled back.

Could I just use the loo?” I asked the nice officer. “No.” She closed the door in my face, As if I might rig an explosion in the toilet. Honestly.

She held up her calloused, grimy fingers. Leo couldn't help thinking there was nothing hotter than a girl who didn't mind getting her hands dirty. But of course, that was just a general comment. Didn't apply to Calypso. Obviously.

It doesn't matter! From waist down, my best friend is a donkey.