Percy, Lesser Beings Do Many Horrible Things

Keep Climbing,' He Told Himself. 'cheeseburgers,' His Stomach Replied. 'shut Up,' He Thought. 'with Fries,' His Stomach Complained.

Sometimes, It Takes Us A While To Appreciate Something New, Something That Might Change Us For The Better.

Maybe, Standing Next To The Obelisk Of Ma’at, Surrounded By The Sea Of Chaos, We Both Realized That Restraining Ourselves From Vengeance Is What Made Us Different From Apophis. Rules Had Their Place. They Kept Us From Unraveling.

Love Is Powerful. It Can Bring The Gods To Their Knees.

There!" Mars Finished Writing And Threw The Scroll At Octavian. "a Prophecy. You Can Add It To Your Books, Engrave It On The Floor, Whatever." Octavian Read The Scroll. "this Says, 'go To Alaska. Find Thanatos And Free Him. Come Back By Sundown On June Twenty-fourth Or Die'." "yes," Mars Said. "is That Not Clear?" "well, My Lord...usually Prophecies Are Unclear. They're Wrapped In Riddles. They Rhyme, And..." Mars Casually Popped Another Grenade Off His Belt. "yes?" "the Prophecy Is Clear!" Octavian Announced. "a Quest!