I stared at her. Maybe I wasn't the brightest guy in the world when it came to girls, but I was pretty sure Rachel had just dumped me, which was lame considering we'd never even been together.

Selling one's book to Hollywood is rather like selling someone your house. After it's sold, it isn't yours anymore. They can paint it a different color, tear it down and build something new, or do anything they want.

Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good.

So Beckendorf was pretty popular?" Leo asked. "I mean-before he blew up?

You are one freaking awesome baboon.

I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest wanted food.

Great," Percy said. "Seven of us against Hercules." "And a satyr!" Hedge added. "We can take him.