All I heard was the blood rushing through my ears, and the distant rumble and crackle of the Lake of Fire. (And Khufu scratching himself and grunting, but that was nothing new.)

This is Buford,” Leo announced. “You name your furniture?” Frank asked.

Kids are baby goats. They're cute and they have redeeming social value. You are definitely not kids.

You promised, Seaweed brain. We would not get separated! Ever again!

I prayed the monsters would give up. Or that perhaps Philip of Macedonia would climb back to the terrace (do crocodiles climb?) and renew the fight.

Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter, and he SERIOUSLY loved peanut butter.

It was almost enough to make me turn vegetarian, except for the pesky fact that I loved cheeseburgers.