Please excuse Jason from eternal damnation. He has had amnesia.
Maybe it’s the other way around,” Jason suggested. “Maybe people with special gifts show up when bad things are happening because that’s when they’re needed most.
Beautiful,' Jason exclaimed. 'Piper, you... you're a knockout.
On the bright side," Percy said, "both Jason and I outrank you, Octavian. So we can both tell you to shut up.
Leo. Jason said, you're wierd. Yeah, you tell me that a lot. Leo grinned. But if you don't remember me, that means I can reuse all my old jokes. Come on!
No!" Leo yelled. "Uhhh," Nico groaned from the floor. "Piper!" Jason cried. "Monkey!" Frank yelled. "Not monkeys," Hazel grumbled. "I think those are dwarfs." "Stealing my stuff!" Leo yelled, and ran for the stairs.
Just curious how much I'm going for these days," Leo said. "I mean, I can understand not being as pricey as Percy or Jason, maybe...but am I worth, like, two Franks, or three Franks?
Lord Bacchus, do you remember me? I helped you with that missing leopard in Sonoma." Bacchus scratched his stubbly chin. "Ah... yes. John Green." "Jason Grace." "Whatever," the god said.
Entertain me, heroes of Olympus. Give me a reason to do more." Bacchus to Percy and Jason
Hmm…” Jason snapped his fingers. “I can call a friend for a ride.” Percy raised his eyebrows. “Oh, yeah? Me too. Let's see whose friend gets here first.
This is Annabeth,” Jason said. “Uh, normally she doesn't judo-flip people.
Never seen Jason fly before," Percy grumbled. "He looks like a blond Superman
Run!” Piper said. “We are running!” Jason picked up the speed. “Run better!” Leo shouted.
When in doubt, start from the top. -Jason Grace
Jason muttered "And I saw something...Really terrible." "That was Hera," Thalia grumbled, "Her Majesty, the Loose Cannon." "That's it, Thalia Grace," Said the goddess. "I will turn you into and aardvark, so help me-" "Stop it, you two," Piper said. Amazingly, they both shut up.
He scowled at Jason. "And please, I don't like being touched. Don't ever grab me again.
Sorry we’re late,” Jason said. “Is this the guy who needs killing?
[Jason] faltered when he looked at Leo, who was mimicking taking notes with an air pencil. “Go on, Professor Grace!” he said, wide-eyed. “I wanna get an A on the test.
Jason's fingers itched to draw his sword. He'd met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di Angelo--as pale and gaunt as he looked--might be more than he could handle.