You Mean A Bad Heel?" I Said.

I’d Been To The British Museum Before. In Fact I’ve Been In More Museums Than I Like To Admit—it Makes Me Sound Like A Total Geek. [that’s Sadie In The Background, Yelling I Am A Total Geek. Thanks, Sis.]

Afterward, I Had The Last Laugh. I Made An Air Bubble At The Bottom Of The Lake. Our Friends Kept Waiting For Us To Come Up, But Hey-when You Are The Son Of Poseidon, You Don't Have To Hurry. And It Was Pretty Much The Best Underwater Kiss Of All Time.

I Imagined Loading The God Of The Sea Into A Taxi And Taking Him To The Upper East Side.

Now-what’s Our Game Plan?” Coach Hedge Belched. He’d Already Had Three Espressos And A Plate Of Doughnuts, Along With Two Napkins And Another Flower From The Vase On The Table. He Would’ve Eaten The Silverware, Except Piper Had Slapped His Hand. “climb The Mountain,” Hedge Said. “kill Everything Except Piper’s Dad. Leave.” “thank You General Eisenhower,” Jason Grumbles.

Do Yourself A Favor,' I Said. "forget It. Forget You Ever Saw Me." "forget That You Tried To Kill Me Too?" "yeah. That, Too." "but Who Are You?" "percy-" I Started To Say. Then The Skeletons Turned Around. "gotta Go!" "what Kind Of Name Is Percy Gotta-go?" I Bolted For The Exit.