He looked at the silver pocketknife in his hand. An idea came to him – possibly the stupidest, craziest idea he’d had since he thought, Hey, I’ll get Percy to swim in the River Styx! He’ll love me for that!

How was your afternoon?'“No one died, so it was a big improvement on my morning.

If the US is a human melting pot, then Eastern Europe is a scrap yard.

You will suffer, son of Hades!’ What else is new? Nico thought.

The light and the stars guide my way.

The concrete floor beneath the airbed was hard and uncompromising, digging into her back and making it difficult to breathe. The stale air reeked of disinfectant and shit. And something else that she couldn't quite place. Death, perhaps?

If you removed all the arteries, veins, & capillaries from a person’s body, and tied them end-to-end…the person will die.

It’s not easy to be God.

He had followed the calendar, the years, time-Bird farted.And it came to me, as though it were riding one moment of the gusting wind, as though bird had had it in him all the time and had passed it to me in that one moment of instant corruption.

However, for all his affection and loyalty towards the animal, the dog would soon be leaving him - they would both be present at a celebratory dinner when they reached the roof, he reflected with a touch of gallows-humour, but the poodle would be in the pot.