“So, yeah. Our cat was a goddess.What else is new?”

“Ma’at demands a leader.”“Yeah so I’ve heard.”

“Um," Grover said. "Percy?""Yeah?""I thought you'd want to know.""Yeah?""Cerberus? He's saying we've got ten seconds to pray to the god of our choice.After that...well...he's hungry.”

“My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.Am I a troubled kid?Yeah. You could say that.”

“Tell us, cat!”

“Never bet against a cat.”

“Yeah! Bring it on lake!”