If you were a god, how would you like being called a myth, an old story to explain lightning? What if I told you, Perseus Jackson, that someday people would call you a myth, just created to explain how little boys can get over losing their mothers?

Run!” Piper said. “We are running!” Jason picked up the speed. “Run better!” Leo shouted.

I realized that anyone who dared to hurt me would suffer his full wrath, and Walt wasn’t going to hold him back.

Your uncle," Poseidon sighed, "has always had a flair for dramatic exits. I think he would've done well as the god of theater.

I may be biased, but I think jackals are cute and cuddly, even if they were known for digging up graves in Ancient Egypt.

She glared at me like she was about to punch me, but then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me. "Be careful seaweed brain." She said putting on her invisible cap and disappearing. I probably would have sat there all day, trying to remember my name, but then the sea demons came.

Jumping out a window five hundred feet above ground is not usually my idea of fun. Especially when I'm wearing bronze wings and flapping my arms like a duck.