A Half-Blood of the eldest gods, Shall reach sixteen against all odds
And see the world in endless sleep
The Hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap
A single choice shall end his days
Olympus to preserve or raze.

“i remembered the myth about Andromeda and how she had been chained to a rock by…”

“For once, I didn't look back.”

“Coach Hedge grunted like he was pleased to have an excuse. He unclipped the meg…”

“Percy looked at his friends. “I’m getting tired of this guy’s shirt.”