Because I know you, Percy Jackson. In many ways, you are impulsive, but when it comes to your friends, you are as constant as a compass needle. You are unswervingly loyal, and you inspire loyalty. You are the glue that will unite the seven.

I have some extra costumes-" "No!" Ephialtes snapped, and for once Percy was in agreement.

Turkey, Australia, and Japan are three of my top destinations.

Good luck, boss. Don't let'em turn you into horse meat! (Blackjack)

Evil is easy to fight. Lack of wisdom...that is very hard indeed.

Now the tattoos," Zia announced. "Brilliant!" I said. "On your tongue," she added. "Excuse me?

The Romans always wanted bread and circuses-food and entertainement! As we destroy their city, I will offer them both. Behold, a sample!" Someething dropped from the ceiling and landed at Percy's feet: a loaf of sandwich bread in a white plastic wrapper with red and yellow dots. Percy picked it up. "Wonder bread?" "Magnificent, isn't it?" Ephialtes eyes danced with crazy excitement.