Just my luck, on top of everything else I had to take baboon medicine.

Vitellius would've given Percy an hour-long lecture on the subject, probably with a PowerPoint presentation.

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

How do you have five children in a row, each on a different say?” “They’re gods,” Carter said. “They can do stuff like that.

He issued orders to us: demigods who come to us for aid are no longer to be tolerated. We are to crush your little mortal faces.' There was an uncomfortable silence. 'That sounds...extreme,' Jason ventured.

Do you have a favorite constalation, Percy?' I was still kind of wondering about the little green snakes he'd shoved into his jogging shorts, but i said. 'Uh, I like Hercules.' 'Why?' 'Well... because he had rotten luck. Even worse than mine. It makes me feel better." The jogger chuckled. 'Not because he was strong and famouse and all that?' 'No.

Thalia had been turned into a pine tree when she was 12. Me... well, i was doing my best not to follow her example. I had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if i were ever in the verge of death—plankton, maybe. Or a floating patch of kelp.