Orion

“Stop running, you fools!” Kronos yelled. “Stand and ACKK!” That last part was because a panicked Hyperborean giant stumbled backward and sat on top of him. The lord of time disappeared under a giant blue butt.”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“FORGET THE CHICKEN-NUGGET SMOKE SCREEN. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat. That night he had horrible nightmares.”
― Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus: Books I-III

“Jason winced. “Knocked out twice in two days,” he muttered. “Some demigod.” He glanced sheepishly at Percy. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to blast you.” Percy’s shirt was peppered with burn holes. His hair was even more disheveled than normal. Despite that, he managed a weak laugh. “Not the first time. Your big sister got me good once at camp.” “Yeah, but…I could have killed you.” “Or I could have killed you,” Percy said. Jason shrugged. “If there’d been an ocean in Kansas, maybe.” “I don’t need an ocean—” “Boys,” Annabeth interrupted, “I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.” “Food first,” Percy said. “Please?”
― Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus: Books I-III

“I fought side by side with the gods and some other demigod…Harry Cleese, I think.” “Heracles?” Piper suggested politely. “Whatever,” Bacchus said. “Anyway, I”
― Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus: Books I-III