You cannot imprison me!" He bellowed. "I am Hyperion! I am-" The bark closed over his face.
Grover took his pipes from his mouth. "You are a very nice maple tree.

“But beauty is about finding the right fit, the most natural fit, To be perfect,…”

“She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”Percy wanted to tell her the same thing,…”

“But who are you?"Percy—" I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. "G…”

“everybody-even monsters-needed a little attention once in a while.”