I said hello to the poodle.

Reyna sent me to get Percy," Frank said. "Did Octavian accept you?"
"Yeah," Percy said. "He slaughtered my panda.

Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.

Nosoi?” Percy planted his feet in a fighting stance. “You know, I keep thinking, I have now killed every single thing in Greek mythology. But the list never seems to end.”

“You haven’t killed me yet,” I noted.

“Don’t tempt me.

Hi, this is Ganymede, cup-bearer to Zeus, and when I'm out buying wine for the Lord of the Skies, I always buckle up!

There's my baby!" I cried, quite carried away, "There's my poochiekins!"
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"Sadie," My dad said firmly, "Please do not refer to the devourer of souls as 'poochiekins'.