Staying silent, staying away from him... that was the hardest thing I've ever done.

The more you know, the more you try to change them, and that can be disastrous.

They're not so bad. They just need some attention. ...Like pets. Or my brother.

The meeting was like a war council with donuts. Then again, back at Camp Half-Blood they used to have their most serious discussions around the Ping-Pong table in the rec room with crackers and Cheez Whiz, so Percy felt right at home.

I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear _______Peter Johnson__________.

Most of Set’s forces were running towards our boat, screaming and throwing rocks (which tended to fall down and hit them, but no one says demons are bright).

We’ve all got weaknesses. Me, for instance. I’m tragically funny and good-looking.