Monsters Don't Die. They Just Dissipate Into

The Taller They Are, The Longer They Fall.

I Couldn’t Miss Percy’s Fifteenth Birthday,” Poseidon Said. “why, If This Were Sparta, Percy Would Be A Man Today!” "that’s True,” Paul Said. “i Used To Teach Ancient History.” Poseidon’s Eyes Twinkled. “that’s Me. Ancient History.

Tyson- "cash? Like...green Paper?" Percy- "yeah." Tyson- "like The Kind In Duffel Bags?" Percy-"yeah, But We Lost Those Bags Days A-g-g--." "tyson! How Did You--" Tyson- "thought It Was A Feed Bag For Rainbow. Found It Floating In Sea, But Only Paper Inside. Sorry.

She Had To Go On This Quest. The Fate Of The World Might Depend On It. But Part Of Him Wanted To Say: Forget The World. He Didn’t Want To Be Without Her.

Leo Drummed His Fingers. “great. I Should Have Installed A Smoke Screen That Makes The Ship Smell Like A Giant Chicken Nugget. Remind Me To Invent That, Next Time.” Hazel Frowned. “what Is A Chicken Nugget?” “oh, Man…” Leo Shook His Head In Amazement. “that's Right. You’ve Missed The Last, Like, Seventy Years. Well, My Apprentice, A Chicken Nugget—” “doesn’t Matter,” Annabeth Interrupted.