I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to kneel or buy stamps from him or what.
I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to kneel or buy stamps from him or what.
In case you're wondering, the underside of a sheep doesn't smell that great. Imagine a winter sweater that's been dragged through the mud and left in the laundry hamper for a week. Something like that.
Makes us appreciate blessing, not be greedy and mean and fat like Polyphemus.
Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls. Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls - bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too.
Tantalus made a wild grab, but the marshmallow committed suicide, diving into the flames.
Teach you to try marrying me, you idiot!
Thalia had been turned into a pine tree when she was 12. Me... well, i was doing my best not to follow her example. I had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if i were ever in the verge of death. Plankton, maybe. Or a floating patch of kelp.
THAT Perseus always won. That's why my momhad named me after him, even if he was son of Zeus ann I was son of Posidon. The original Perseus was one of the only heros in the greek myths who got a happy ending. The others died-betrayed, mauled, mutilated, poisoned, or cursed by the gods. My mom hoped i would inherit Perseus's luck. Judging by how my life was going so far, i wasn't too optimistic.
A guy in Greek armor drew his sword and charged, but slipped in a puddle of pina colada.
That was so completely unfair that I told Tantalus to go chase a donut, which didn't help his mood.
Curse Hermes and his multi-vitamins!
The bridge fell away into the chasm, and the Cyclops howled ... with delight, because he was standing right next to us.
Fish gathered to look at us - a school of baracudas, some curious marines. SCRAM! I told them. They swam off, but I could tell they went reluctantly. I swear I understood their intencions. They were about to star rumors flighing around the sea about the son of poseidon and some girl at the bottom of Siren Bay.
This is the trouble with all happiness -all of it is built on top of something men want.
Go Chase A Donut. -Percy Jackson.
Hi, this is Ganymede, cup-bearer to Zeus, and when I'm out buying wine for the Lord of the Skies, I always buckle up!
I couldn't believe I'd come this far, lost Tyson, suffered through so much, only to fail - stopped by a big stupid monster in a baby-blue tuxedo kilt. Nobody was going to swat down my friends like that! I mean...nobody, not Nobody. Ah, you know what I mean.
I guess it wasn't everyday they see a yellow lifeboat with no engine going a hundred knots an hour, manned by three kids.
I told Tantalus to go chase a doughnut.
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