You Sure You're Not A Roman, Annabeth?

Well," I Said. "if You Need Me, I'll Be Outside, Playing With Sharp Objects.

You Have To Read A Lot So You Know What Good Writing Looks Like And You Get Inspired. You Have To Write A Lot Because It's Like A Sport - You Have To Practice. And, Also, You Have To Persevere. Don't Give Up. I Got Rejected On My First Book, Like, 14 Times, But I Just Kept Going. So Believe In Yourself And Don't Give Up.

I Disobeyed Ra's Wishes, And So He Ordered My Onw Father, Shu-" "hang On," I Said. "shoe?" "s-h-u," She Said. "the God Of The Wind." "on." I Wished These Gods Had Names That Wearn't Common Household Objects. "go On, Please.

You Promised You Would Protect Her Nico Said. He Might As Well Have Stabbed Me With A Rusty Dagger.it Would've Hurt Less Than Reminding Me Of My Promise.

Tyson, Frank Is A Descendant Of Poseidon." "brother!" Tyson Crushed Frank In A Hug. Percy Stifled A Laugh. "actually He's More Like A Great-great-...oh, Never Mind. Yeah, He's Your Brother." "thanks." Frank Mumbled Through A Mouthful Of Flannel.