The Titan's Curse (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #3)

by Rick Riordan

“Are you suggesting that the gods have trouble acting together, young lady?” Dionysus asked. “Yes, Lord Dionysus.” Mr. D nodded. “Just checking. You’re right, of course. Carry on.”

I didn’t know exactly when cars were invented, but I figured that was like prehistoric times—back when people watched black-and-white TV and hunted dinosaurs.

“Let us find the damn snack bar,” Zoë said. “We should eat while we can.” Grover cracked a smile. “The dam snack bar?” Zoë blinked. “Yes. What is funny?” “Nothing,” Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. “I could use some dam french fries.” Even Thalia smiled at that. “And I need to use the dam restroom.”

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I concentrated hard and snapped my fingers. “You don’t see a sword,” I told the girl. “It’s just a ballpoint pen.” She blinked. “Um…no. It’s a sword, weirdo.” “Who are you?” I demanded. She huffed indignantly. “Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Now, are you going to answer my questions or should I scream for security?”