Percy Jackson. Book 4. The Battle of the Labyrinth

“It isn’t easy being a brilliant inventor,” Hephaestus rumbled. “Always alone. Always misunderstood. Easy to turn bitter, make horrible mistakes. People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can’t be fixed.”

NICO BUYS HAPPY MEALS FOR THE DEAD

There were three beads now, representing my three summers at camp—a trident, the Golden Fleece, and the latest: an intricate maze, symbolizing the Battle of the Labyrinth, as the campers had started to call i

he was really good at Monopoly. He knocked me out of the game in the first five rounds and started bankrupting my mom and Paul.

For a second I thought he was talking about Annabeth kissing me, and I blushed

just being in the kitchen with him was the best birthday present I ever got

s. And you, Percy, are my favorite son.”

There you are, my boy. And Tyson, hello, son!” “Daddy!” Tyson bounded across the room and gave Poseidon a big hug, which almost knocked off his fishing hat.

lowfish, did you say?

nd, uh, I guess the girl stuf