Son of Poseidon? East asked. I nodded. Took a dip in the Styx? Hudson asked. Yep. They made digusted sounds. Well that's perfect East said. Now how do we kille him?

The telkine growled and muttered as he tapped on his keyboard. Maybe he was messaging his friends on uglyface.com

On the bright side," Percy said, "both Jason and I outrank you, Octavian. So we can both tell you to shut up.

The Romans always wanted bread and circuses-food and entertainement! As we destroy their city, I will offer them both. Behold, a sample!" Someething dropped from the ceiling and landed at Percy's feet: a loaf of sandwich bread in a white plastic wrapper with red and yellow dots. Percy picked it up. "Wonder bread?" "Magnificent, isn't it?" Ephialtes eyes danced with crazy excitement.

Yes, Horus said. I remember this place. It’s El Paso, I told him. Unless you went out for Mexican Food, you’ve never been here.

Does truth have a moral?

Imagine jumping into a pit of boiling acid. Now multiply that pain times fifty." -Percy