“Seven half-bloods shall answer the callTo storm or fire the world must fallAn oath to keep with a final breathand foes bear arms to the doors of death”

“Ut cum spiritu postrema sacramentum dejuremus," he chanted. "Et hostes ornamenta addent ad ianuam necem.""You just...finished the prophesy,"Rachael stammered. "-An oath to keep with a final breath/And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death. How did you-""I know those lines." Jason winced and put his hands to his temples. "I don't know how, but I KNOW that prophecy.""In Latin, no less," Drew called out. "Handsome AND smart.”

“A Half-Blood of the eldest gods, Shall reach sixteen against all odds And see the world in endless sleepThe Hero's soul, cursed blade shall reapA single choice shall end his daysOlympus to preserve or raze.”

“Child of lightning, beware the earth,The giants' revenge the seven shall birth,The forge and the dove shall break the cage,And death unleash through Hera's rage.”

“Rachel: You're a half-blood, too?Annabeth: Shhh! Just announce it to the world, how about?Rachel: Okay. Hey, everybody! These two aren't human! They're half Greek god!...They don't seem to care.”

“Percy," Apollo said, "I wouldn't worry too much. The last Great Prophecy about you took almost seventy years to complete. This one may not even happen in your lifetime."I thought about the lines Rachel had spoken in that creepy voice: about storm and fire and the Doors of Death. "Maybe," I said, "but it didn't sound so good.""No," said Apollo cheerfully. "It certainly didn't. She's going to make a wonderful Oracle!”

“Don't underestimate Camp Half-Blood.”