Hey, moose!” I screamed.
The Set animal locked its glowing eyes one me.
Well done! Horus said. Now we’ll both die with honor!
Shut up, I thought.

“If I couldn't trust her, I couldn't trust anyone.”

“Quintus…” Geryon mused. “Short gray hair, muscular, swordsman?”“Yeah.”“Never he…”

“It's not bad enough I am exiled? It's not bad enough you take away the few good…”

“Percy: “You asked Poseidon for… me?” Tyson: "For a friend, young cyclopes grow …”