Percy Jackson – Short Stories – The Bronze Dragon

If somebody twisted my eyeballs, I'd wake up," I agreed. "What if it goes crazy on us?

(Nobody ever calls Beckendorf by his first name.) She flashed him a brilliant smile and went to join Annabeth on the red team.

"Uh..." Beckendorf swallowed like he'd forgotten how to breathe.

I patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks for the advice, dude. Glad you're so wise about girls and all. Come on. Let's get to the woods."

It was hard for anyone to look cute in combat armor, but Annabeth pulled it off

It was hard for anyone to look cute in combat armor, but Annabeth pulled it off

It was hard for anyone to look cute in combat armor, but Annabeth pulled it off

"Did you see all the treasure in the Ant Hill?" Beckendorf asked. "The magic weapons? The armor? That stuff could really help us."

(nothing like being chased by a huge monster to get your body back in order)

"Isn't your mom the goddess of inventors?

They paralyze their prey so they can soften them up before

Those are Myrmekes. They're like fire ants, only a hundred times worse. They bite poison. They spray acid. They communicate with all the other ants and swarm anything that threatens them.