Bring it on, Pinecone Face!

Coach Hedge came pounding up the stairs with Hazel at his hooves. “Where are they?” he demanded. “Who do I kill?” “No killing!” Annabeth ordered. “Just defend the ship!” “But they interrupted a Chuck Norris movie!

You know how hard it is to feel like an extreme falcon-headed combat machine when somebody calls you "chicken man"?

You’re that lady,” Leo said. “The one who was named after Caribbean music.” Her eyes glinted murderously. “Caribbean music.” “Yeah. Reggae?” Leo shook his head. “Merengue? Hold on, I’ll get it.” He snapped his fingers. “Calypso!

The way Leo figured it, he spent more time crashing than he did flying. If there was a rewards card for frequent crashers, he'd be, like, double platinum level.

What colors are the eyes of Anubis?" "Brown...Duh.

It was beautiful in a harsh I'm-going-to-gut-you-like-a-fish kind of way.