You’re Dionysus,” I said. “The god of wine.”Mr. D rolled his eyes. “What do they say these days, Grover? Do the children say ‘Well duh!’?”Y-yes, Mr. D.”Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I...

If Annabeth’s mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn’t Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff?

Nereus spun and expanded, turning into a killer whale, but I grabbed his dorsal fin as he burst out of the water.A whole bunch of tourists went, “Whoa!”I managed to wave at the crowd. Yeah,...

Like the zodiac sign?’ Percy asked. ‘I’m a Leo.”No, stupid,’ Leo said, ‘I’m a Leo. You’re a Percy.

I know you’ll do what’s best for Annabeth.””How can you be sure?””Because she’d do the same for you.

I am Persephone” she said, her voice thin and papery. “Welcome, demigods.Nico squashed a pomegranate under his boot. “Welcome? After last time, you’ve got the nerve to welcome me?”I shifted uneasily, because talking that way...

The truth hit him. Jason wasn’t quite Roman anymore. His time at Camp Half-Blood had changed him. Reyna had recognized that. Apparently, so did the undead legionnaires. If Jason no longer gave off the right...

A shame. I quite like blowfish. I am Poseidon.””Poseidon? That’s an interesting name.””Yes, I like it. I’ve gone by other names, but I do prefer Poseidon.””Like the god of the sea.””Very much like that, yes.

Percy, lesser beings do many horrible things in the name of the gods. That does not mean we gods approve. The way our sons and daughters act in our names…well, it usually says more about...

No, we wouldn’t.

If I had my way,” Dionysus said, “I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We’d sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble. But Chiron seems to feel this...

Because I’m not kissing you until you do. And brush your hair while you’re at it.

Forget the chicken-nugget smoke screen. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat.

The rivalry ends here,” [Percy] said. “I love you, Wise Girl.

Argh!” Thalia pushed me, and a shock went through my body that blew me backward ten feet into the water. Some of the campers gasped. A couple of the Hunters stifled laughs.”Sorry!” Thalia said, turning...

Look,” Percy continued, “I know I’m new here. I know you guys don’t like to mention the massacre in the nineteen eighties-“”He mentioned it!” one of the ghosts whimpered.

I’m incognito. Call me Fred.”A god named Fred?

Percy,” Grover said, “the gods really don’t appreciate people sitting in their thrones. I mean like turn-you-into-a-pile-of-ashes don’t appreciate it.

Is Tyson okay?” I asked.The question seemed to take my dad by surprise. He’s fine. Doing much better than I expected. Though “peanut butter” is a strange battle cry.”You let him fight?”Stop changing the subject!...

With great power… comes need to take a nap. Wake me up later

I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping along behind you, and nobody even looks at you...

We heard the army before we saw it.The noise was like a cannon barrage combined with a football stadium crowd- like every Patriots fan in New England was charging us with bazookas.

Whenever he felt like giving up, plopping himself down, and dying (which was, like, every ten minutes), he reached over and took her hand, just to remember there was warmth in the world.

Frank, how did you do that?” Jason yelled.Frank’s head swam with pain. He forced himself not to pass out. “I’m the ranking Roman officer,” he said. “They- uh, they don’t recognize you. Sorry.”Jason grimaced, but...

Come on.

Street performances?””A little singing. A little martial arts. Some interpretive dance.””Wow.””I know! The Portuguese have taste.

Right,” she said, “We’re going to the Land of the Dead and I shouldn’t think negative.

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

And for once i didn’t look back.

The cord, a familiar voice said. Remember your lifeline, dummy!Suddenly there was a tug in my lower back. The current pulled at me, but it wasn’t carrying me away anymore. I imagined the string in...

Let us pray I am wrong.”Can goddesses pray?

Don’t untie me,” she said, “no matter what happens or how much I plead. I’ll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself.””Are you trying to tempt me?””Ha-ha.

I know, I’m an idiot!” Leo moaned. “A brilliant idiot, but still an idiot.

It will make you powerful. But it will also make you weak. Your prowess in combat will be beyond any mortal’s, but your weaknesses, your failings will increase as well.”You mean I’ll have a bad...

Thanks for not freaking out,” I said.”Oh, I’m freaking out,” Paul promised, his eyes wide. “I just think it’s awesome!

Percy Jackson,” Hermes said, “because you have taken on the curse of Achilles, I must spare you. You are in the hands of the Fates now. But you will never speak to me like that...

Yes, Jason Grace.” Favonius arched an eyebrow. “I fell in love with a dude. Does that shock you?

Annabeth:-Tenemos que salir de acá. Percy:-,Crees que me gusta estar en el baño de mujeres? Annabeth:-¡Del barco, Percy! Tenemos que salir del barco.

I didn’t understand how. But the toilets had responded to me. I had become one with the plumbing…

Percy looked at his friends. “I’m getting tired of this guy’s shirt.””Combat time?” Piper grabbed her horn of plenty.”I hate wonder bread,” Jason said.Together, they charged.

Don’t feel bad, I’m usually about to die.

Gods, Percy, that’s so sweet.

It’s useless to lecture a human.

Percy: Don’t I get a kiss for luck? It’s kind of a tradition, right?Annabeth: Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we’ll see.

I still don’t understand what a sea god would be doing in Atlanta.”Leo snorted. “What’s a wine god doing in Kansas? Gods are weird.

Percy: The Heka-what? Annabeth: The Hundred-Handed Ones. They called them that because… well, they had a hundred hands. They were the elder brothers of the Cyclopes. Tyson: Very powerful. Wonderful! As tall as the sky....

Butch hesitated. “Annabeth’s okay. You gotta cut her some slack. She had a vision telling her to come here, to find a guy with one shoe. That was supposed to be the answer to her...

Even Zeus doesn’t know.

And there, shimmering in the Mist right next to us, was the last person I wanted to see: Mr. D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator. He looked up lazily. “Do...

Snake people do not drink milk,” Kekrops said. “We are lactose intolerant reptiles.””Me too!” Frank said. “I mean . . . lactose intolerant. Not a reptile. Though I can be a reptile sometimes-