The Sea of Monsters (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #2)

by Rick Riordan

‘Thirty, thirty-one, seventy-five, twelve!’

But when the fire died, Tyson was still standing there, completely unharmed. Not even his grungy clothes were scorched. The bull must’ve been as surprised as I was, because before it could unleash a second blast, Tyson balled his fists and slammed them into the bull’s face. ‘BAD COW!’

Somebody had messed with my favourite place in the world, and I was not … well, a happy camper.

amazement.

Tantalus made a wild grab, but the marshmallow committed suicide, diving into the flames.

Charybdis was an orthodontist’s nightmare.

‘Hubris means deadly pride, Percy. Thinking you can do things better than anyone else … even the gods.’

‘We’ll take him together,’ Clarisse growled. ‘Yeah,’ Grover said. Then he blinked, like he couldn’t believe he’d just agreed with Clarisse about something.

‘Dude!’ the centaur groaned, almost buckling under Tyson’s weight. ‘Do the words “low-carb diet” mean anything to you?’

I looked over at the campfire, where three party ponies were teaching Tyson to operate a paintball gun. I hoped they knew what they were getting into.

I mean, I’ve met plenty of embarrassing parents, but Kronos, the evil titan lord who wanted to destroy Western Civilization? Not the kind of dad you invited to school for career day.

‘Uh, we saw him, all right,’ I said, ‘but –’ ‘You weren’t able to talk sense into him?’ ‘Well, we kind of tried to kill each other in a duel to the death.’ ‘I see. You tried the diplomatic approach.’