It Isn’t Easy Being A Brilliant Inventor,

It Was One Of Those And So They Died/the End Stories, That Made Us Demigods Feels All Warm And Fuzzy Inside.-percy

She Whirled When The Monster Was Almost On Top Of Her. I Thought The Thing In Her Hands Was An Umbrella Until She Cranked The Pump And The Shotgun Blast Blew The Giant Twenty Feet Backwards, Right Into Nico's Sword. "nice One," Paul Said. "when Did You Learn To Fire A Shotgun?" I Demanded. My Mom Blew The Hair Out Of Her Face. "about Two Seconds Ago. Percy, We'll Be Fine. Go!

Cacus.” I’d Had Years Of Practice Looking Dumb When People Threw Out Greek Names I Didn’t Know. It’s A Skill Of Mine. Annabeth Keeps Telling Me To Read A Book Of Greek Myths, But I Don’t See The Need. It’s Easier Just To Have Folks Explain Stuff.

He Was The Class Clown, The Court Jester, Because He'd Learn Early That If You Cracked Jokes And Pretended You Weren't Scared, You Usually Didn't Get Beat Up. Even The Baddest Gangster Kids Would Tolerate You, Keep You Around For Laughs. Plus, Humor Was A Good Way To Hide The Pain

His Left Eyebrow Crept Higher And Higher As I Told Him The Strange Bits Like The Glowing Letters And Serpent Staff. "well, Sadie," Inspector Williams Said. "you've Got Quite An Imagination." "i'm Not Lying, Inspector. And I Think Your Eyebrow Is Trying To Escape." He Tried To Look At His Own Eyebrows, Then Scowled.