"Monkey bars," Annabeth said. "I'm great at these." She leaped onto to the first rung and started swinging her way across. She was scared of tiny spiders, but not of plummeting to her death from a set of monkey bars. Go figure.

I hoped they couldn't run very fast with those stubby little legs and flippers, but they waddled along pretty well.

Eating next to a twenty-foot-long crocodile took some getting used to, but Philip was well trained. He only ate bacon, stray waterfowl, and the occasional invading monster.

Bad Cyclops Lady!" he bellowed. "General Tyson says GO AWAY!

What I did next was so impulsive and dangerous I should've been named ADHD poster child of the year.

I am never, ever, going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.

You mean a bad heel?" I said. "Couldn't I just, like, wear something besides sandals? No offense." -Percy