A Truly Great Artist Has Many Talents.

My Name Is Percy Jackson. I'm Twelve Years Old. Until A Few Months Ago, I Was A Boarding Student At Yancy Academy, A Private School For Troubled Kids In Upstate New York. Am I A Troubled Kid? Yeah. You Could Say That.

Oh, I Wouldn't Say Love Always Makes You Happy. Sometimes It Makes You Incredibly Sad.

Hubris Means Deadly Pride. Thinking You Can Do Things Better Than Anyone Else.

Hestia Shook Her Head. "i Am Here Because When All Else Fails, When All The Other Mighty Gods Have Gone Off To War, I Am All That's Left. Home. Hearth. I Am The Last Olympian

Fish Gathered To Look At Us - A School Of Baracudas, Some Curious Marines. Scram! I Told Them. They Swam Off, But I Could Tell They Went Reluctantly. I Swear I Understood Their Intencions. They Were About To Star Rumors Flighing Around The Sea About The Son Of Poseidon And Some Girl At The Bottom Of Siren Bay.