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

by Rick Riordan

“Percy,” Annabeth said, “that was so—” “Generous?” Grover offered. “Insane,” Annabeth corrected. “You’re betting the lives of everybody at camp that Clarisse will get the Fleece safely back by tonight?” “It’s her quest,” I said. “She deserves a chance.” “Percy is nice,” Tyson said. “Percy is too nice,” Annabeth grumbled, but I couldn’t help thinking that maybe, just maybe, she was a little impressed. I’d surprised her, anyway. And that wasn’t easy to do.

Backbiter was a foot longer than my own sword. Its blade glinted with an evil gray-and-gold light where the human steel had been melded with celestial bronze. I could almost feel the blade fighting against itself, like two opposing magnets bound together. I didn’t know how the blade had been made, but I sensed a tragedy. Someone had died in the process.

“I really wish my cousins wouldn’t slam their heads together. They don’t have the brain cells to spare.”

Almost everything strange washes up near Miami.”

The death they foretold—it’s going to happen when I’m sixteen.”

But you, Percy—you are part god, part human. You live in both worlds. You can be harmed by both, and you can affect both. That’s what makes heroes so special. You carry the hopes of humanity into the realm of the eternal.

Annabeth planted a kiss on my cheek.

That’s the great thing about my mom. She’s no good at staying angry. She tries, but it just isn’t in her nature. “I’m sorry, Mom,” I told her. “I won’t scare you again.” “Don’t promise me that, Percy. You know very well it will only get worse.”

Tyson sniffled. “Brothers help each other.”

“Save your life some day.” The way he said it, so matter-of-fact, I wondered if that Cyclops eye of his could see into the future.

Kronos had done it to bring another chess piece into play—another chance to control the prophecy

I was holding someone who was destined to be my best friend, or possibly my worst enemy. “I am Thalia,” the girl said. “Daughter of Zeus.”