Good Luck, Boss. Don't Let'em Turn You

I Guess It Started In London, The Night Our Dad Blew Up The British Museum.

You're A Demigod Percy, Half God And Half Mortal!

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.

Lovely. Imprisoned In A Nursery School Dungeon.

We Heard The Army Before We Saw It. The Noise Was Like A Cannon Barrage Combined With A Football Stadium Crowd- Like Every Patriots Fan In New England Was Charging Us With Bazookas.