Leo scratched his head. Well, I dunno about enchiladas- “Enceladus” Piper corrected. Whatever. But Old Potty Face mentioned another name. Porpoise Fear, or something?
Agh-uhh!” the baboon grunted. He turned and waddled up the stairs. Unfortunately, the Lakers jersey didn’t completely cover his multicolored rear.
Caesar broke the law when he crossed the Rubicon,” Frank said. “Great leaders have to think out side the box sometimes.
Beautiful,′ Jason exclaimed. ‘Piper, you... you’re a knockout.
Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped. Fortunately, she found something else to put it against. Unfortunately, that something was my face.
I am still looking.
And I could always set Coach Hedge on fire,” Leo volunteered. “Then he can be fire.” The thought of a blazing satyr screaming, “Die, scumbag!” as he attacked Gaea was almost enough to make Piper laugh – almost.
I’ve got this.” Apollo stepped forward. His fiery armor was so bright it was hard to look at, and his matching Ray-Bans and perfect smile made him look like a male model for battle gear. “God of medicine, at your service.
The others strapped themselves below – except for Coach Hedge, who insisted on clinging to the forward rail, yelling, “YEAH! Bring it on, Lake!
The good thing is Jason and I both outrank you so we can both tell you to shut up.
Hold up.” Leo stepped forward, wagging his Wii controller. “Did you just call my a ship a monstrosity? I KNOW you didn’t that.
You hit the Lord of The Titans with a blue plastic hairbrush.
I woke feeling as if someone had overinflated my head. My eyes weren’t seeing the same things. Out my left, I saw a baboon bum, out my right, my long-lost uncle Amos. Naturally, I decided to focus on the right.
I kept climbing – past another telkhine, who was so startled he dropped his Lil’ Demons lunch box. I left him alive – partly because his lunch box was cool, partly so he could raise the alarm and hopefully get his friends to follow me rather than head toward the engine room.
Bob says hello,” he told the stars.
I’m coming back for you, Calypso,” he said to the night wind. “I swear it on the River Styx.
Why would you come to Italy to see Spanish steps? That’s like going to China for Mexican food, isn’t it?
I mean, I can understand not being as pricey as Percy or Jason, maybe... but am I worth, like, two Franks, or three Franks?
In that moment, he chose Greek. He threw in his lot with Camp Half-Blood-and the horses changed. The storm clouds inside burned away, leaving nothing but red dust and shimmering heat, like mirages on the Sahara.
On a bad day, he could only remember Justin Bieber songs, which didn’t do anything except give me a headache.