Percy and Frank stumbled backwards. ‘Um … is that thing tame?’ Frank said. The horse whinnied angrily. ‘I don’t think so,’ Percy guessed. ‘He just said, “I will trample you to death, silly Chinese Canadian baby man.”’ ‘You speak horse?’ Hazel asked. ‘“Baby man”?’ Frank spluttered. ‘Speaking to horses is a Poseidon thing,’ Percy said. ‘Uh, I mean a Neptune thing.

We had enough quite enough snobbery in this world without exporting it to the hereafter.

A faint smile played on his lips. "Obedience does not come naturally to you, does it"
"No...sir"
"I must take some blame for that, I suppose. The sea does not like to be restrained.

We must embrace our past, no matter how bitter and dark.

You've got to be kid-
Well, crud, what just happened there?
I ran out of syl-

The wind god Favonius had warned him in Croatia: If you let your anger rule you … your fate will be even sadder than mine. But how could his fate be anything but sad? Even if he lived through this quest, he would have to leave both camps forever. That was the only way he would find peace. He wished there was another option – a choice that didn’t hurt like the waters of the Phlegethon – but he couldn’t see one.