Cinnamonrolls are good for harpies.' She [Ella] said.

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?

If I'm going to burn, it might as well be bright.

I've come to gamble."
The old man's mouth twitched. He put down his shish kebab and leaned toward Percy. "A gamble...how interesting. Information in exchange for the harpy? Winner take all?"
"No," Percy said. "The harpy isn't part of the deal."
Phineas laughed. "Really? Perhaps you don't understand her value."
"She's a person," Percy said. "She isn't for sale.

Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it!

I'm Nico di Angelo." - Nico di Angelo