The only strange thing about Jackson was the tattoo on the inside of his forearm - a trident as dark as seared wood, with a single line underneath and the letters.

It almost made me long for the flying pig.--Percy.

I could have killed you.”“Or I could have killed you,” Percy said. Jason shrugged. “If there’d been an ocean in Kansas, maybe.”“I don’t need an ocean—”“Boys,” Annabeth interrupted, “I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.”Food first,” Percy said. “Please?

What if it lines up like it did in the Trojan War ... Athena versus Poseidon?'I don't know. But I just know that I'll be fighting next to you.'Why?'Because you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?

People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can't be fixed.

Nothing lasts forever. But the thing is, you can reuse some. Use your mind. - Leo's Mother, The Lost Hero.