Somebody had messed with my favorite place in the world, and I was not…well, a happy camper.

Italian.

Tantalus made a wild grab, but the marshmallow committed suicide, diving into the flames.

“And if possible, we’re going to beat him up, bind him in chains, and drag him to Mount Olympus.”

was

We only came close to dying six or seven times, which I thought was pretty good. Once, I lost my grip and I found myself dangling by one hand from a ledge fifty feet above the rocky surf. But I found another handhold and kept climbing. A minute later Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped. Fortunately, she found something else

Laistrygonians

Just before I banged him on the head

pinochle