He could't have survied a hundred foot drop. I'm sorry Annabeth.

There's no point in defending camp if you guys die. All our friends are here.

Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help, I am so cool.

Hope does not leave without being given permission.

Jason scratched his head. "You named him Festus? You know that in Latin, ‘festus’ means ‘happy’? You want us to ride off to save the world on Happy the Dragon?

Two hundred Romans, and no one’s got a pen? Never mind!" He slung his M16 onto his back and pulled out a hand grenade. There were many screaming Romans. Then the hand grenade morphed into a ballpoint pen, and Mars began to write. Frank looked at Percy with wide eyes. He mouthed: Can your sword do grenade form? Percy mouthed back, No. Shut up.

She'd also called me brave...unless she was talking to the catfish.