“Enchiladas!" Grover said. I wasn't sure where that came from, but it didn't seem to help much.”

“Percy," my mom said. "I give you my blessing.""Be safe brother!" Tyson pleaded."Enchiladas!" Grover said. I wasn't sure where that came from, but it didn't seem to help much.”

“Braccas meas vescimini!"I wasn't sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant 'Eat my pants!”

“But I've never even been to Olympus! Zeus is crazy!"Chiron and Grover glanced nervously at the sky. The clouds didn't seem to be parting around us, as Grover had promised. They were rolling straight over our valley, sealing us in like a coffin lid.Er, Percy ...?" Grover said. "We don't use the c-word to describe the Lord of the Sky.”

“Zeus will destroy you!' she promised. 'Hades will have your soul!''Braccas meas vescimini!' I yelledI wasn't sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant 'Eat my pants!”

“Safety from what? Who's after me?"Oh, nobody much," Grover said, obviously still miffed about the donkey comment. "Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions.”

“Grover didn't say anything for awhile. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?”