Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson, #1)

by Rick Riordan

Under the pine tree that used to be Thalia, daughter of Zeus, Chiron was now standing in full horse-man form, holding his bow high in salute. Just your typical summer-camp send-off by your typical centaur.

I’d love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera. The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh!

She wouldn’t meet my eyes. ‘Please. I’m not into self-inflicted pain.’

The dead aren’t scary. They’re just sad.

The council had called Grover’s performance on the quest ‘Brave to the point of indigestion. Horns-and-whiskers above anything we have seen in the past.’