I don't care what your nose says! The last time you smelled half-blood, it turned out to be a meatloaf sandwich!" "Meatloaf sandwiches are good! But this is a half-blood scent, I swear. They are on board!" "Bah, your brain isn't on board!

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

Besides, you're a cat. It's your nature to think you're the center of the universe.

That sounded about as likely as Apophis and Ra becoming Facebook buddies, but I decided not to say anything.

Someday, you will make an excellent guardian ba.” “Thanks,” I muttered. “Can’t wait to be poultry forever.

Entertain me, heroes of Olympus. Give me a reason to do more." Bacchus to Percy and Jason

Leo waited while the fish centaur put away his supplies. Aphros's lobster-claw horns kept swimming around in his thick hair, and Leo had to resist the urge to try and rescue them.