So Which Way Now, Sacagawea?" - Annabeth

Sometimes You Have To Lose A Piece To Win A Game.

Seriously, Who Has Monogrammed Pajamas?

Poison!" Grover Yelped. "don't Let Those Things Touch You Or..." "or We'll Die?" I Guessed. "well...after You Shrivel Slowly To Dust, Yes." "let's Avoid The Swords," I Decided.

He'd Changed Since The Last Summer. Instead Of Bermuda Shorts And A T-shirt, He Wore A Button-down Shirt, Khaki Pants, And Leather Loafers. His Sandy Hair, Which Used To Be So Unruly, Was Now Clipped Short. He Look Like An Evil Male Model, Showing Off What The Fashionable College-age Villain Was Wearing To Harvard This Year.

You Speak Horse?" Hazel Asked. "speaking To Horses Is A Poseidon Thing," Percy Said. "uh, I Mean A Neptune Thing." "then You And Arion Should Get Along Fine," Hazel Said. "he's A Son Of Neptune Too." Percy Turned Pale. "excuse Me?