So, great. This is Camp…what do you call it? Camp Fish-Blood?”
Aphros frowned. “I hope that was a joke. This is Camp __________.” He made a sound that was a series of sonar pings and hisses.

“I am never, ever, going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to…”

“That was Hera. Her Majesty, the Loose Cannon.”

“A long white ribbon shot out of the crack in the wall. The ribbon just kept com…”

“But if she'd realized that nine desiccated zombie nymphs would be waiting for h…”