"Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern that made no sense to me, but Grover looked concerned. "That's us,"he said. "Those five nuts right there.""Which one is me?"I asked. "The little deformed one,"Zoe suggested. "Oh, shut up."
"That’s us,” he said. “Those five nuts right there.”Which one is me?” I asked.The little deformed one,” Zoe suggested.Oh, shut up."
"Stars,"she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady."A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight."Stars,"Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again."
"Ever had a flying burrito hit you? Well, it's a deadly projectile, right up there with cannonballs and grenades."
"She said this in the same way you might say Fields of Punishment or Hades's gym shorts."
"You're a stalker with hooves.""I am not! I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing."