Mr. D," Grover asked timidly, "if you're not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?

Poseidon grinned. "You're doing well with those new cabins, by the way. I suppose this means I can claim all those other sons and daughters of mine and send you some siblings next summer." "Ha-ha." Poseidon reeled in his empty line. I shifted my feet. "Um, you were kidding, right?" Poseidon gave me one of his inside-joke winks, and I still didn't know whether he was serious or not.

Yeah, well. I don’t try to be awesome. It just comes natural.

Even his hair was bigger—a massive globe of blue-black frizz so thick that his lobster-claw horns appeared to be drowning as they tried to swim their way to the surface. “Is that why they named you Aphros?” Leo asked as they glided down the path from the cave. “Because of the Afro?” Aphros scowled. “What do you mean?” “Nothing,” Leo said quickly.

I don’t leave her speechless very often. I have to enjoy those rare moments.

What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.

Did you bring me a rat?" "He has no time for rats, George." "No time for rats? That's just sad.