The Mark of Athena (The Heroes of Olympus, #3)

by Rick Riordan

“On the bright side,” Percy said, “both Jason and I out rank you, Octavian. So we can both tell you to shut up.”

I LOVE HIM IN THIS BOOK

“I’ll step aside for Jason,” Percy said easily. “It’s no biggie.” “No biggie?” Octavian choked. “The praetorship of Rome is no biggie?”

Well... he's greek, so... kinda just seems more fitting

“Yeah.” Percy smiled. “We’ve got a dam hole.”

Never misses the chance for this one does he

Bacchus scratched his stubbly chin. “Ah…yes. John Green.” “Jason Grace.” “Whatever,”

They’ll assume that we’ll die in the Mediterranean—the Mare Nostrum.” Percy pointed his pizza slice at Jason. “You, sir, are a ray of sunshine.”

Annabeth was instantly jealous. She’d always wished she had dark hair. She felt like nobody took her seriously as a blonde. She had to work twice as hard to get recognition as a strategist, an architect, a senior counselor—anything that had to do with brains.

ΑΘΕ—Area Of Effect?” “It’s alpha, theta, epsilon,” Annabeth said. “In Greek it stands for Of The Athenians…or you could read it as the children of Athena.

“Yeah,” Percy said. “I learned a long time ago: Never bet against Annabeth.”

“I suppose I could pull a few strings,” she conceded. “I excel at pulling strings!” said Arachne.

an assist from Frank Zhang, part-time elephant.