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

by Rick Riordan

The thing was: I’d almost forgotten this quest was supposed to be Clarisse’s.

“You shall sail the iron ship with warriors of bone, You shall find what you seek and make it your own, But despair for your life entombed within stone, And fail without friends, to fly home alone.”

I didn’t know how the blade had been made, but I sensed a tragedy. Someone had died in the process.

The titan lord wasn’t called the Crooked One for nothing. He had ways of getting people to do what he wanted without them ever realizing his true intentions.

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

“I’m just a kid, Chiron,”

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.

Heroes embody that struggle. You fight the battles humanity must win, every generation, in order to stay human.

I didn’t care about the prize. I just wanted to win.

He said he feels like you abandoned him.”

the hardest part about being a god is that you must often act indirectly, especially when it comes to your own children.

“Families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy. Sometimes the best we can do is to remind each other that we’re related, for better or worse…and try to keep the maiming and killing to a minimum.”

Brace Yourself

I blinked. “You asked Poseidon for…me?” “For a friend,” Tyson said, twisting his shirt in his hands.

“Makes us appreciate blessings, not be greedy and mean and fat like Polyphemus.

I prayed to Daddy for help. Soon the people at Meriwether found me. Met you. Biggest blessing ever.

Annabeth planted a kiss on my cheek. The roaring got a lot louder after that.

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.

Being a half-blood, I would always be doing things that scared her. And as I got older, the dangers would just get greater.

Polyphemus sits blindly in his cave, young hero, believing he has won a great victory. Are you any less deluded?

I understood what the Golden Fleece quest had been about. The poisoning of the tree. Everything. Kronos had done it to bring another chess piece into play—another chance to control the prophecy.