Percy Jackson. Book 2. The Sea of Monsters

Hermes said. “Young people don’t always do what they’re told, but if they can pull it off and do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment

The Colchis bulls, made by Hephaestus himself. We can’t fight them without Medea’s Sunscreen SPF 50,000. We’ll get burned to a crisp

“Dude!” the centaur groaned, almost buckling under Tyson’s weight. “Do the words ‘low-carb diet’ mean anything to you?”

Mr. Bonsai, said you had — how did he put it? — un-groovy karma that disrupted the school’s educational aura.

“Tyson, my baby brother.” Tyson blushed. The crowd cheered. Annabeth planted a kiss on my cheek.

Whether you feel like you succeeded or not, you reminded Luke who he was. You spoke to him.” “I tried to kill him.” Hermes shrugged. “Families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy.

You fight the battles humanity must win, every generation, in order to stay human.

when it’s a centaur, armed with a bow and whooping it up in a soda-drinking hat, even the bravest warrior would retreat. “Come get some!”

I said. “She deserves a chance.” “Percy is nice,” Tyson said. “Percy is too nice,” Annabeth grumbled, but I couldn’t help thinking that maybe, just maybe, she was a little impressed. I’d surprised her, anyway. And that wasn’t easy to do.

“Percy,” Annabeth said, “that was so — ” “Generous?” Grover offered. 204