Which reminded me...I still owed the gods a debt. "You're a genius," I (Percy) told Annabeth.

Two U.S. Marine skeletons guarded the doors. They grinned down at us, rocket-propelled grenade launchers held across their chests. "You know," Grover mumbled, "I bet Hades doesn't have trouble with door-to-door salesman.

Now, sorry about that kill-on-sight business.

I looked back, but Bast and Sadie seemed fine. They were still staring at the water as if it were some amazing Internet video.

Her name badge read: Hello! My name is DIE, DEMIGOD SCUM!

Any moment now..." The girl [Calypso] stared out at the water. No magical raft appeared. "Maybe it got stuck in a traffic," Leo said.

A surgeon would never hesitate to amputate a rotting hand, no matter how faithfully it had served its owner in the past.