My sister, with her ratty red-highlighted hair and her linen pajamas and her combat boots—how could she possibly worry about being possessed by a goddess? What goddess would want her, except the goddess of chewing gum?

“Annabeth?” Percy said again. “You’re planning something. You’ve got that I’m-pl…”

“Keep climbing,' he told himself.'Cheeseburgers,' his stomach replied.'Shut up,'…”

“Poseidon raised his eyebrows as they shook hands. “Blowfish, did you say?”"Ah, …”

“So...your name means Mr.Underwear."-Frank”