I held out a lead figurine of Hades—the little Mythomagic statue Nico had abandoned when he fled camp last winter. Nico hesitated. "I don’t play that game anymore. It’s for kids." "It’s got four thousand attack power," I coaxed. "Five thousand," Nico corrected. "But only if your opponent attacks first." I smiled. "Maybe it’s okay to still be a kid once in a while.

I wondered if Olympus had gone to a commercial break, or if our ratings had been any good.

The last time I'd seen the Minotaur, he'd been wearing nothing but his tighty whities. I don't know why. Maybe he'd been shaken out of bed to chase me.

I want to build some thing permanent.

Don't underestimate Camp Half-Blood.

Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot." "He's the sun god," I said. "That's not what I meant.

We’re burning,” Sadie pointed out helpfully. “Noticed!” I yelled back.