As for me, I did the stupidest thing in my life, which is saying a lot. I attacked the Titan Lord Atlas.

Getting eaten by a giant crocodile was bad enough.The kid with the glowing sword only made my day worse.

Braccas meas vescimini!"I wasn't sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant 'Eat my pants!

What I did next was so impulsive and dangerous I should've been named ADHD poster child of the year.

I should throw you off this building minus the flying horse and see how heroic you sound on the way down.

I had a fair idea how it felt to get spanked with a large flat surface, and my rump clenched in sympathy.

Terminus sniffed. “I guard borders. I don’t kill giants. It’s not in my job description.

When I got across, I looked back and saw Tyson giving Grover a piggyback ride (or was it a goatyback ride?).

I know you'll do what's best for Annabeth.""How can you be sure?""Because she'd do the same for you.

Hercules,huh? Percy frowned. "That guy was like the Starbucks of Ancient Greece. Everywhere you turn--there he is.

She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard.

I nodded, looking at Rachel with respect. "You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.

Your destiny grows clearer, Jason Grace. When the choice comes again- storm or fire- remember me. And do not despair.

Now, leave." All three boys slumped forward. Percy fell face-first into his pizza. "Percy!" Annabeth grabbed him.

I turned and faced the Olympians."We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes.