You do the easy thing, the appealing thing, the peaceful thing, mostly it turns out sour in the end. But if you take the hard path–ah, that's how you reap the sweet rewards. Duty. Sacrifice. They mean something.

Life is only precious because it ends, kid. Take it from a god. You mortals don't know how lucky you are

Two hundred Romans, and no one’s got a pen? Never mind!"

He slung his M16 onto his back and pulled out a hand grenade. There were many screaming Romans. Then the hand grenade morphed into a ballpoint pen, and Mars began to write.

Frank looked at Percy with wide eyes. He mouthed: Can your sword do grenade form?

Percy mouthed back, No. Shut up.

No," Frank said. "I'm only a centurion."

Jason cursed in Latin. "He means he can't control a whole legion. He's not of high enough rank."

Nico swung back his black sword at another gryphon. "Well, then, promote him!

We had enough quite enough snobbery in this world without exporting it to the hereafter.

A faint smile played on his lips. "Obedience does not come naturally to you, does it"
"No...sir"
"I must take some blame for that, I suppose. The sea does not like to be restrained.