“There!" Apollo pointed. "Long Island, dead ahead. Let's slow down, dear. 'Dead' is only an expression.”

“I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows- slow, dumb, and bright red.”

“Well," said Apollo with a brave smile. "You were right, my dear. You had everything under control! Let's go see if we boiled anyone important, shall we?”

“Don't stay in one place too long. It was the only way to stay ahead of the sadness.”

“Who's the other kid in the photo?' he asked. 'The sandy-haired guy.'Annabeth's expression tightened. Touchy subject.'That's Luke,' she said. 'He's dead now.”

“Don't dwell on things. Don't stay in one place too long. It was the only way to stay ahead of sadness.”

“In person, if possible, Anubis was even more drop-dead gorgeous. [Oh . . . ha, ha. I didn't catch the pun, but thank you, Carter. God of the dead, drop-dead gorgeous. Yes, hilarious. Now, may I continue?]”