Orion

“Personally,” Mr. D continued, “I couldn’t care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper today. Peter Johnson.” Chiron murmured something. “Er, Percy Jackson,” Mr. D corrected. “That’s right. Hurrah, and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on.”
― Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Books I-III

“The winged stallion came in for a landing. He trotted over to Percy and nuzzled his face, then turned his head inquisitively toward Piper and Jason. “Blackjack,” Percy said, “this is Piper and Jason. They’re friends.” The horse nickered. “Uh, maybe later,” Percy answered. Piper had heard that Percy could speak to horses, being the son of the horse lord Poseidon, but she’d never seen it in action. “What does Blackjack want?” she asked. “Donuts,” Percy said. “Always donuts.”
― Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus: Books I-III

“Stay alert!” I told Blackjack. “I’ve got an idea.” Oh, I hate your ideas.”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“Dionysus snorted. “Oh, I didn’t want you particularly. Any of you silly heroes would do. That Annie girl—”
“Annabeth.”
“The point is,” he said, “I pulled you into party time to deliver a warning. We are in danger.”
“Gee,” I said. “Never would’ve figured that out. Thanks.”
He glared at me and momentarily forgot his game. Pac-Man got eaten by the red ghost dude. “Erre es korakas, Blinky!” Dionysus cursed. “I will have your soul!”
“Um, he’s a video game character,” I said.
“That’s no excuse! And you’re ruining my game, Jorgenson!”
“Jackson.”
“Whichever!”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian