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The meeting was like a war council with donuts. Then again, back at Camp Half-Blood they used to have their most serious discussions around the Ping-Pong table in the rec room with crackers and Cheez Whiz, so Percy felt right at home.
We’ve all got weaknesses. Me, for instance. I’m tragically funny and good-looking.
Love conquers all," Aphrodite promised. "Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them?""Didn't they start the Trojan War and get thousands of people killed?""Pfft. That's not the point. Follow your heart.
Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. I love you.She wasn’t sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words.
Dreams like a podcast,Downloading truth in my ears.They tell me cool stuff."Apollo?" I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred." A god named Fred?
Nico studied his face – his sea-green eyes, his grin, his ruffled black hair. Somehow Percy Jackson seemed like a regular guy now, not a mythical figure. Not someone to idolize or crush on.
Mussolini? Leo frowned. Wasn’t he like BFFs with Hitler?
She said this in the same way you might say Fields of Punishment or Hades's gym shorts.
That’s us, he said. Those five nuts right there.Which one is me? I asked.The little deformed one, Zoe suggested.Oh, shut up.
Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies
It's hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one.
She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard.