Do you give up?" Shezmu bellowed.
"No!" I yelled. "No, we don't give up. We will name you. Just . . . Gosh, you're quite well muscled, arn't you? Do you work out?

“Hey Grover! Thorn's kidnapping us! He's a poisonous spike-throwing maniac! Help!”

“Zia turned toward us, her expression grim. “I will show you to your quarters. I…”

“The Feast of Fortuna had nothing to do with tuna, which was fine with Percy.”

“You do the easy thing, the appealing thing, the peaceful thing, mostly it turns…”