There's no point in defending camp if you guys die. All our friends are here.

I had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if I were on the verge of death-plankton maybe." -Percy Jackson

Wonderful, Annabeth thought. Her own mother, the most levelheaded Olympian, was reduced to a raving, vicious scatterbrain in a subway station. And, of all the gods who might help them, the only ones not affected by the Greek-Roman schism seemed to be Aphrodite, Nemesis and Dionysus. Love, revenge, wine. Very helpful.

I have more ideas than I'll ever be able to write in five lifetimes.

I tried to talk to Annabeth, but she was acting like I'd just punched her grandmother.

Percy frowned "You have a feast for tuna?

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