Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help, I am so cool.

No matter how many times Percy killed them and watched them crumble to powder, they just kept re-forming like large evil dust bunnies.

I was flying right toward him (the pig) at the speed of demigod-smashing.

I can’t believe how much this place has grown,” Hazel muttered. The taxi driver grinned in the rearview mirror. “Been a long time since you visited, miss?” “About seventy years,” Hazel said. The driver slid the glass partition closed and drove on in silence.

Blowfish, did you say?" "Ah, no. Blofis, actually." "Oh, I see," Poseidon said. "A shame. I quite like blowfish.

Evil is easy to fight. Lack of wisdom...that is very hard indeed.

Of course, Annabeth wouldn't be able to breathe, but at the moment, that seemed like a minor problem.