Maybe it's okay to still be a kid every once in a while.

On the bright side," Percy said, "both Jason and I outrank you, Octavian. So we can both tell you to shut up.

Travis: The Aphrodite kids were ripping each other’s clothes and throwing lipstick and jewellery. It was like a rabid herd of wild Bratz.

She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard.

No matter how many times Percy killed them and watched them crumble to powder, they just kept re-forming like large evil dust bunnies.

I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to kneel or buy stamps from him or what.

She decided she'd rather die in some less memorable way- maybe falling down the stairs, or going peacefully in her sleep at the age eighty, after a nice quiet life with Percy.Yes, that sounded good.