Book: Percy Jackson and the Labyrinth of death

He smiled, and this time just sit in the kitchen with him was the best gift for birthday, what I received in my life.

And looking at how Clarisse with Chris singing a stupid camp song and hold hands in the dark, thinking that nobody sees, I smiled involuntarily.

I approached the phone and dialed the number. With my hands he long ago washed away, but it didn't matter. I remember it by heart, absolutely by accident.

... Search is the essence of the mind.

Hephaestus sullenly staring at us.
- And I did not create, right?
- Uh... - said Annabeth - no, sir!
Is all right, growled the God. - Shitty job.

- Do not be rude! At Storkie fifty different entities.
- Yes, not easy for them, probably for a passport to be photographed! - I remarked.

- Very strong, ' said Tyson. Awesome! High to the sky. Such powerful that could break mountains!
- Cool, - I said. - If you're not a mountain.

To own something and to have sense enough to use it are two different things.

In troubled times, even gods can lose faith.

I was cleaning out some words: there was much talk about the dead, about memory and about returning from the grave. In short, all that cheerful.

If you never threw an agitated Cyclops in the flowered apron and rubber household gloves, can you say, invigorating!

Really? I'm the son of Hades, Jason. People treat me like scum. I will never be part Greek, part Roman camp. I'm not even from this century. This is enough to neglect me.

Good deed happens to be, has the same effect as the sword.