Dakota's head was stuck in his toga. He staggered around olike a Kool-Aid-stained ghost. "Um," Percy said, "should I wear my bed sheets?

Look, I never wanted to be a half-blood. most of the time it gets you killed in nasty, dangerous ways.

Beckendorf, whose legs were now working fine (nothing like being chased by a huge monster to get your body back in order) shook his head and gasped for breath. “You shouldn’t have turned it on! It’s unstable! After a few years, automatons go wild!

I thought about all the things I was suddenly able to do—like fight with a sword and summon a magical shell of armor. Those were not things I covered in home school.

Hey!" I screamed, waving the jacket, running to one side of the monster. "Hey, stupid! Ground beef!

Patterns repeat themselves in history

It's like I was connected to the plumping system.