"Suddenly his expression turned to alarm. He sprinted toward us. For a moment I had an absurd vision of myself on the cover of one of Gran's old romance novels, where the damsel wilts into the arms of one half-dressed beefy guy while another stands by, casting her longing looks. Oh, the horrible choices a girl must make! I wished I'd had a moment to clean up. I was still covered in dried river much, twine, and grass, like I'd been tarred and feathered. Then Anubis pushed past me and gripped Walt's shoulders. Well... that was unexpected."
Just when you think that Rick Riordan could not do anything better than he already was, he had to come up with a whole new series and completely blow away all other books again.