The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4)

by Rick Riordan

See? It only took me a few years to figure things out.

I stepped forward and hugged her. Butterflies started turning my stomach into a mosh pit.

I was aware of everything in the room. I felt like I could read the tiniest print on any book on the shelves. Annabeth’s hair smelled like lemon soap. She was shivering.

He was too young to look so angry.

“New lesson, class,” I announced. “Most monsters will vaporize when sliced with a celestial bronze sword. This change is perfectly normal, and will happen to you right now if you don’t BACK OFF!”

I probably would’ve sat there for the rest of the day, staring at the lava and trying to remember what my name was, but the sea demons jarred me back to reality.

I remembered the last time Annabeth and I had parted ways, when she’d given me a kiss for luck in Mount St. Helens. This time, all I got was the hat.

he feared you, Percy Jackson.