“If I'm dead," he murmured. "Why does it hurt so much?”

“Why are they so sad?” I asked.“Well, they’re dead,” Carter speculated.”

“Why does it have to be so hard? Why can't it be a happily-ever-after ride-into-the-sunset feeling all the time?”

“Most people call it The Book of the Dead,” he told me. “Rich Egyptians were always buried with a copy, so they could have directions through the Duat to the Land of the Dead. It’s like an Idiot’s Guide to the Afterlife.”

“I'm so glad you're here," Aphrodite said. "War is coming. Bloodshed is inevitable. So there's really only one thing to do.""Uh... and that is?" Annabeth ventured."Why, have tea and chat, obviously”

“Tyson! Thank the gods, Annabeth is hurt!""You thank the gods that she is hurt?" he asked, puzzled.”

“He told me he wouldn't hurt... Charlie. He lied to me.”