“Let me get this straight. Your table ran away because you polished it with Windex?”

“So let me get this straight,” Carter said. “The two guys you liked—one who was dying and one who was off-limits because he’s a god—are now one guy, who isn’t dying and isn’t off-limits. And you’re complaining.”

“Ever come home and found your room messed up? Like some helpful person (hi, Mom) has tried to "clean" it, and suddenly you can't find anything? And even if nothing is missing, you get that creepy feeling like somebody's been looking through your private stuff and dusting everything with lemon furniture polish?”

“You’re not getting away from me. Never again.”

“I'll let you and Zia have some quality time," she told me. "Just the two of you and your coat.”

“We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again.”

“We should go straight west. The prophecy said west.""Oh, like your tracking skills are better?" Thalia growled.Zoe stepped toward her. "You challenge my skills, you scullion? You know nothing of being a Hunter!""Oh, scullion. You're calling me a scullion? What the heck is a scullion?”