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

i remembered the myth about Andromeda and how she had been chained to a rock by her own parents as a sacrifice to a sea monster. Maybe she'd gotten t….

Whoa," Connor Stoll said. "Back up. Zoom in right there." "What?" Annabeth said nervously. "You see invaders?" "No, right there—Dylan's Candy Bar." C….

Leo had wanted to paint a giant message on the bottom of the hull-WASSUP? with a smiley-face-but Annabeth had vetoed the idea..

Um, dad?" I called "How's it going?" "Percy!" Annabeth whispered. "We're in a hurry!.

Who are you and why are you my cat?.

Save yourselves!" Percy warned. "It is too late for us!" Then he gasped and pointed to the spot where Frank was hiding. "oh no! Frank is turning into….

What-what do you want?" Annabeth asked, trying to maintain a tone of confidence. The voice cackled maliciously. 'To curse you, of course! To destroy ….

Happy the Dragon was not so happy..

No man may be completely invulnerable..

You're pretty smug, Lord Ares, for a guy who runs from Cupid statues..

I will not have a sea creature destroyed, if I can help it. And I can help it..

Chaos is impatient. It's random. And above all it's selfish. It tears down everything just for the sake of change, feeding on itself in constant hung….

Could I just use the loo?” I asked the nice officer. “No.” She closed the door in my face, As if I might rig an explosion in the toilet. Honestly..

Words are the source of all power. And names are more than just a collection of letters..

Curled up at the base of the scales, fast asleep, was the oddest monster I'd seen yet. It had the head of crocodile with a lion's mane. The front hal….

Percy and Reyna occupied matching praeters' chairs on the dais, which made Percy self-conscious. It wasn't easy looking dignified wearing a bedsheet ….

Until she met the exploding statue, Annabeth thought she was prepared for anything..

Dreams like podcast. Downloading truth in my ears. They tell me cool stuff..

Ever hold your hand over a torch (sorry, a flashlight for you Americans)..

Schist," said an angry voice from the grass. Hazel raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?" "Schist! Big pile of schist!.