The world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine. -Dionysus

Mr. D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator. He looked up lazily. "Do you mind?" Where's Chiron!" I shouted. How rude." Mr. D took a swig from a jug of grape juice. "Is that how you say hello?" Hello," I amended. "We're about to die! Where's Chiron?

Before I could figure out how to apologize for being such an idiot, she tackled me with a hug, then pulled away just as quickly. "I'm glad you're not a guinea pig." "Me, too." I hoped my face wasn't as red as it felt.

Always, Always have a plan

Set’s storm is gathering,” Amos said with a twinkle in his eyes. “Shall we drive into is?

It's just Annabeth mom jeez!

That's it, cupcake. You're going down.