And now, Anubis, I find you in this den of iniquity, this morass of questionable behavior, this...this--' 'School?

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

Normally, as long as I'm telling him what to do, he wins in a fight.

God alert!" Blackjack yelled. "It's the wine dude! Mr. D sighed in exasperation. "The next person, or horse, who calls me the 'wine dude' will end up in a bottle of Merlot!

Keep a demon busy, I thought. Right. Maybe he fancies a game of Tiddlywinks.

I can see hope inside it." Rachel ran her fingers over the ceramic designs. "So fragile.

[Piper] rushed to get dressed. By the time she got up on deck, the others had already gathered—all hastily dressed except for Coach Hedge, who had pulled the night watch. Frank’s Vancouver Winter Olympics shirt was inside out. Percy wore pajama pants and a bronze breastplate, which was an interesting fashion statement. Hazel’s hair was all blown to one side as though she’d walked through a cyclone; and Leo had accidentally set himself on fire. His T-shirt was in charred tatters. His arms were smoking.