“Aphrodite,” [Annabeth] said.
“Venus?” Hazel asked in amazement.
“Mom,” Piper said with no enthusiasm.
“Girls!” The goddess spread her arms like she wanted a group hug.
The three demigods did not oblige. Hazel backed into a palmetto tree.”

“Leo,” Hazel gasped, “I can’t—my arms—”
“Hazel,” he said. “Do you trust me?”
“No!”
“Me neither,” Leo admitted.”

“What did he say?" Hazel asked.
"With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top," Percy replied.”

“I'm gonna be percy Jackson when I grow up," she told Hazel solemnly.
Hazel Smiled and ruffled her hair. "That's a good thing to be, Julia."
"Although," Frank said. "Frank Zhang would be good too.”

“Oh, Hazel is awesome," Don Said. "She's so nice! All the other campers are like 'Go away Don.' But she's like 'Please go away, Don.' I love her!”

“She wondered if it was her stupid mother, the goddess of love, messing with her thoughts. If Piper started getting urges to read fashion magazines, she was going to have to find Aphrodite and smack her.”

“You speak horse?" Hazel asked.
"Speaking to horses is a Poseidon thing," Percy said. "Uh, I mean a Neptune thing."
"Then you and Arion should get along fine," Hazel said. "He's a son of Neptune too."
Percy turned pale. "Excuse me?”

“On it!” Hazel said. “Go, Frank!” Dragon Frank veered to the left with Annabeth in one claw yelling, “Let’s get ’em!” and Percy in the other claw screaming, “I hate flying!”

“Nico and Hazel exchanged looks. They both knew better, but they said nothing.”

“Schist," said an angry voice from the grass. Hazel raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?" "Schist! Big pile of schist!”