“Eat bitter, taste sweet”

“Eat bitter, taste sweet," Frank said. "I hate that proverb.""But it's true. What do they call it these days---no pain, no gain? Same concept. 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.”

“How does it taste?” Carter wondered.Zia smiled. “Stick out your tongue.”To answer Carter’s question, the tattoo tasted like burning car tires.“Ugh.” I spit a blue gob of “order and harmony” into the fountain.”

“You think it's okay that we're eating Rudolph?""Dude," Percy said, "I could eat Prancer and Blitzen, too. I'm HUNGRY.”

“But Grover’s voice was already growing fainter. ‘Sweet dreams. Don’t let me die!”

“Poseidon can come in too! We will eat you both! Seafood!”

“For an absurd moment, I wondered if Ammit devoured the hearts of wicked cows, and if he liked the beefy taste.- Carter Kane”