"Anybody have money?" Frank checked his pockets. "Three denarii from Camp Jupiter. Five dollars Canadian." Hedge patted his gym shorts and pulled out what he found. "Three quarters, two dimes, a rubber band and - score! A piece of celery." He started munching on the celery, eyeing the change and the rubber band like they might be next.

Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.

Rachel: They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb. Annabeth: Was it hard?

You must forge your own path for it to mean anything.

Vulcan?" Leo demanded. "I don't even LIKE Star Trek!

Oh, no way," Leo said. "We've been sitting in a cave and you get the luxury tent? Somebody give me hypothermia. I want hot chocolate and a parka!

We swallowed a few bites-not to much scince the food of the gods can burn you to ashes is you overindulge. I guess thats why you don't see many fat gods