Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselv….

I'd come to respect the bag..

It's all still about having a good story. You have to have a good story as your anchor, as your main focus. So for me, personally, I just like to con….

I knew there was a reason I didnt turn you into a banana slug." Leonid'd eyes widened. "No banana slug! Please!" "It was a compliement, silly. Forbid….

The last thing I wanted to do was blow up another school..

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

I accidentally vaporize my pre-algebra teacher.

It isn’t easy being a brilliant inventor, always alone. Always misunderstood. Easy to turn bitter, make horrible mistakes. People are more difficult ….

Percy blinked. “So your brother is a winged horse. But you’re also my half brother, which means all the flying horses in the world are my…You know wh….

Percy (to Annabeth): If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head, I'd pick you. Silena: Awww . . . Percy, that is so sweet! An….

The way Leo figured it, he spent more time crashing than he did flying. If there was a rewards card for frequent crashers, he'd be, like, double plat….

Sometimes, it takes us a while to appreciate something new, something that might change us for the better..

You're cute when you're worried, your eyebrows get all scrunched together..

Think positive girl, or the world ends..

I wondered if Olympus had gone to a commercial break, or if our ratings had been any good..

Annabeth's voice caught on the word friend. Percy was a lot more than that. Even boyfriend really didn't cover it. They'd been through so much togeth….

I'll show them 'love is worthless,'" Silena Beauregard grumbled as she strapped on her armor. "I'll pulverize them!.

“There’s my baby!” I cried, quite carried away. “There’s my Poochiekins!” Ammit ran at me and leaped into my arms, nuzzling me with his rough snout. ….

Hope survives best at the hearth..

I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear _______Peter Johnson__________..

YEAH! Bring it on, lake!.