We were surrounded by thirty-foot-tall giants who were about to kill us. Then the sky opened up, and the gods descended.””Grandad,” the kids said, “you are full of schist.” “I’m not kidding!” he protested.

They’re Lares. House gods.””House gods,” Percy said. “Like…smaller than real gods, but larger than apartment gods?

Percy scowled. “I-I know you.”Nico raised his eyebrows. “Do you?

Tyson, Frank is a descendant of Poseidon.””Brother!” Tyson crushed Frank in a hug.Percy stifled a laugh. “Actually he’s more like a great-great-…Oh, never mind. Yeah, he’s your brother.””Thanks.” Frank mumbled through a mouthful of flannel.

They all ordered massive plates of eggs, pancakes, and reindeer sausage, though Frank looked a little worried about the reindeer. “You think it’s okay that we’re eating Rudolph?””Dude,” Percy said, “I could eat Prancer and...

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.

Part of their problem was Percy. He fought like a demon, whirling through the defender’s ranks in a completely unorthodox style, rolling under their feet, slashing with his sword instead of stabbing like a Roman...

Elections only happen in two ways,” Reyna said. “Either the legion raises someone on a shield after a major success on the battlefield-and we haven’t had any major battles-or we hold a ballot on the...

They sped by a pack of sea lions lounging on the docks, and she swore she saw an old homeless guy sitting among them. From across the water the old man pointed a bony finger...

The thing about plummetting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter – if you realize it’s a bad idea when you’re halfway down, it’s too late.

Two hundred Romans, and no one’s got a pen? Never mind!” He slung his M16 onto his back and pulled out a hand grenade. There were many screaming Romans. Then the hand grenade morphed into...

Stop!” he yelled at the others. “Multigrain fighting is not allowed!

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tyson pounding the Earthborn into the ground like a game of whack-a-mole. Ella was fluttering above him, dodging missiles and calling out advice: “The groin. The...

Six minus six is zero. Spears are good for subtraction, yep.