Festus just detected a large group of eagles behind us—long-range radar, still not in sight.”Piper leaned over the console. “Are you sure they’re Roman?”Leo rolled his eyes. “No, Pipes. It could be a random group of giant eagles flying in perfect formation. Of course they’re Roman!

As a general rule, I preferred not to have my soul reaped.

He just summoned the dead with coke and cheeseburgers

I couldn’t speak, but I brought out Riptide and put the pen in her hand. She grasped it contentedly. ‘You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like… like Hercules. I am honoured that you carry this sword.’ A shudder ran through her body. ‘Zoë –’ I said. ‘Stars,’ she whispered. ‘I can see the stars again, my lady.’ A tear trickled down Artemis’s cheek. ‘Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight.

Which reminded me...I still owed the gods a debt."You're a genius," I (Percy) told Annabeth.

I’m nobody’s sidekick,” Annabeth growled. “And, Percy, his accent sounds familiar because he sounds like his mother. We killed her in New Jersey.”Percy frowned. “I’m pretty sure that accent isn’t New Jersey. Who’s his—? Oh.”It all fell into place. Aunty Em’s Garden Gnome Emporium—the lair of Medusa. She’d talked with that same accent, at least until Percy had cut off her head. “Medusa is your mom?” he asked. “Dude, that sucks for you.

Stand your ground!" Stheno yelled. "I've got free samples!

I'd missed Annabeth probably more than I wanted to admit.

Think positive. Tomorrow you’re off to camp! After orientation, you’ve got your date—”“It’s not a date!” I protested. “It’s just Annabeth, Mom. Jeez!”“She’s coming all the way from camp to meet you.”“Well, yeah.”“You’re going to the movies.”“Yeah.”“Just the two of you.”“Mom!”She held up her hands in surrender, but I could tell she was trying hard not to smile.