“sorry,no thanks,if i was going to die it could wait until tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, god,” I said. “Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?”--Sadie to Zia”

“Someday, you will make an excellent guardian ba.”“Thanks,” I muttered. “Can’t wait to be poultry forever.”

“Don't decide yet," Hephaestus advised. "Wait until daybreak. Daybreak is a good time for decisions.”

“I could hear hopefulness in her voice, but also doubt. She was waiting for me to admit the obvious: I’d forgotten. I was toast. I was boyfriend roadkill.”

“As for my brothers," Zeus said, "we are thankful"-he cleared his throat like the words were hard to get out-"erm, thankful for the aid of Hades."The lord of the dead nodded. He had a smug look on his face, but I figure he'd earned the right. He patted his son Nico on the shoulders, and Nico looked happier than I'd ever seen him."And, of course," Zeus continued, though he looked like his pants were smoldering, "we must...um...thank Poseidon.""I'm sorry, brother," Poseidon said. "What was that?""We must thank Poseidon," Zeus growled. "Without whom . . . it would've been difficult-""Difficult?" Poseidon asked innocently."Impossible," Zeus said. "Impossible to defeat Typhon.”

“Thanks for everything.”“As you wish,” the captain said. If axes could frown, I’m sure he would have.“Stay sharp,” Carter told him.”