Percy, we're going to Polyphemus' island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k...a C-y-k..." She stamped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, Annabeth was dyslexic, too. We could've been there all night while she tried to spell Cyclops. "You know what I mean!
It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.
So few people did good in their lives. It was depressing.
Love is on every side, and no one's side. Don't ask what Love can do for you.
We’re burning,” Sadie pointed out helpfully. “Noticed!” I yelled back.
It’s hard to look in charge when you’re hunched over like Quasimodo.