[Piper] rushed to get dressed. By the time she got up on deck, the others had already gathered—all hastily dressed except for Coach Hedge, who had pulled the night watch. Frank’s Vancouver Winter Olympics shirt...

Gods, Percy, that’s so sweet.

It’s mechanical,” Leo said. “Maybe a doorway to the dwarfs’ secret lair?” “Ooooo!” shrieked a nearby voice. “Secret lair?” “I want a secret lair!” yelled another voice from above….”If we had a secret lair,” said...

The giant raised his fist, and a voice cut through the dream. “Leo!” Jason was shaking his shoulder. “Hey, man, why are you hugging Nike?” Leo’s eyes fluttered open. His arms were wrapped around the...

Annabeth realized that if six of them went on these two quests, it would leave Percy alone on the ship with Coach Hedge, which was maybe not a situation a caring girlfriend should put him...

Swords can’t solve every problem.

You do have a plan?”Percy wanted to step forward bravely and say, No, I don’t!

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 what? Lets’ forget it.

Jump in the harbor,” he said casually, like another kid might say, I’m going to get a snack.

He’d learned years ago it was better not to dwell too much on who was related to whom on the godly side of things. After Tyson the Cyclops adopted him as a brother, Percy decided...

That makes absolutely no sense.

Dude, that sucks for you.

If we can’t repair things with the Romans—well, the two sets of demigods have never gotten along. That’s why the gods kept us separate. I don’t know if we could ever belong there.”Percy didn’t want...

Three quarters, two dimes, a rubber band and—score! A piece of celery.”He started munching on the celery, eyeing the change and the rubber band like they might be next.

Looking at the elementary schoolers in their colorful T-shirts from various day camps, Percy felt a twinge of sadness. He should be at Camp Half-Blood right now, settling into his cabin for the summer, teaching...

How about you start from the top—of the story, not the backpack.

Percy was getting tired of water.If he said that aloud, he would probably get kicked out of Poseidon’s Junior Sea Scouts, but he didn’t care.

No, Pipes. It could be a random group of giant eagles flying in perfect formation. Of course they’re Roman!

It’s Bacchus, please. Or Mr. Bacchus. Or Lord Bacchus. Or, sometimes, Oh-My-Gods-Please-Don’t-Kill-Me, Lord Bacchus.