The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

Look, I never wanted to be a half-blood. most of the time it gets you killed in nasty, dangerous ways.

Nico, I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest.

Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brat didn't get himself killed and now he'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday.

I held out my dad’s magic box and let it o, sure it would smash to the floor. Instead, the box disappeared. “Cool,” I said. “Sure you I can get it back?” “No,” Bast said. “Now come on!

But Annabeth knew that people saw what they wanted to see. They didn’t need the Mist to warp their perceptions.

The truth is harsh." Anubis said. "Spirits come to the Hall of Judgement all the time, and they cannot let go of their lies. They deny their faults, their true feelings, their mistakes.......right up until Ammit devours their souls for eternity. It takes strength and courage to admit the truth.