Eating next to a twenty-foot-long crocodile took some getting used to, but Philip was well trained. He only ate bacon, stray waterfowl, and the occasional invading monster.

No man may be completely invulnerable.

Annabeth sat up and glared at her ankle. "You HAD to break," she scolded it. The ankle did not reply.

My face felt like my normal face, as if that part of me hadn’t transformed into a bird. [Fine, Sadie. Call me the Carter-headed chicken. Happy?]

Very well! It shall be as you say. But my son, pray this works. I am praying. I'm talking to you, right? Oh...yes. Good point. Amphitrite - incoming!

I have to be careful. My readers are very detail-oriented, and if I make a mistake they'll call me on it.

I’m sorry I can’t do more. But happy birthday, Sadie.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.