I gave her a smile that I hoped conveyed something like: Hey, you know I’m on your side. Gods are such jerks! But what can you do? Probably my expression actually conveyed: It’s not my fault! Please do not kill me!

Nico, I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest.

Die human, DIE!! Die nasty polluting person!!!!' yelled Grover. I turned him so he faced me. He kept on clicking his plastic gun towards me as if I was part of the game.

My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.

"Percy, you're a brave guy," She said. "Just take the compliment. I swear, is it so hard?"

Getting something and having the wits to use it...those are two different things.

All I could think to say was, "The Lakers are my home team!