Bad pony-men! BOO!

What? You run? Coward! Stand still and die!”
Percy had no intention of doing that.

At the end of the warehouse was a dais constructed from pallets of books: stack of vampire novels, walls of James Patterson thrillers, and a throne from about a thousand copies of something called The Five Habits of Highly Aggressive Women.

Ella, just stay here. Stay safe."
"Safe," Ella repeated. "Ella likes being safe. Safety in numbers. Safety deposit boxes. Ella will go with Tyson."
"What?" Percy said. "Oh... fine, whatever. Just don't get hurt. And Mrs. O'Leary—"
"ROOOF."
"How do you feel about pulling a chariot?

Reyna looked at Percy without much hope. “You do have a plan?”
Percy wanted to step forward bravely and say, No, I don’t!

Percy smiled. He knew the stakes were high. He knew this day could go horribly wrong. But he also knew that Annabeth was on that ship.If things went right, this would be the best day of his life.
He threw one arm around Hazel and one arm around Frank.
"Come on," he said. "Let me introduce you to my other family.