If i'm going to survive, it won't be because i have a lion-skin cloak. I'm not Hercules.
If i'm going to survive, it won't be because i have a lion-skin cloak. I'm not Hercules.
If my mom told one more story about how cute I looked in the bathtub when I was three years old I was going to burrow into the snow and freeze myself to death.
If you look at it from any other side, it looks like a pile of enormous deer droppings, but Chiron wouldn't let us call the place the Poop Pile, especially after it had been named for Zeus, who doesn't have much of a sense of humor.
Now, if you have never been hit by a flying burrito, count yourself lucky. In terms of deadly projectiles, it's right up there with grenades and cannonballs.
She said this in the same way you might say Fields of Punishment or Hades's gym shorts.
A little slower, sweetheart. Cape Cod is freezing over.
The cafe windows wrapped all the way around the observation floor, which gave us a beautiful panoramic view of the skeleton army that had come to kill us.
Could an Olympian parent turn against his half-blood child? Would it sometimes be easier just to let them die? If there were ever any half-bloods who needed to worry about that, it was Thalia and me. I wondered if maybe I should've sent Poseidon that seashell pattern tie for Father's Day after all.
The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school.
Do you always try to kill people when they blow their nose?
The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.
Dreams like podcast. Downloading truth in my ears. They tell me cool stuff.
There are parties and then there are huge major blowout parties. And then there are Olympian parties. If you ever get a choice go for the Olympian.
Ever had a flying burrito hit you? Well, it's a deadly projectile, right up there with cannonballs and grenades.
There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it.
Grover started to sniffle and I figured if I didn't cheer him up he'd either start bawling or chewing up my mattress. He tends to eat household objects whenever he gets upset.
Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter, and he SERIOUSLY loved peanut butter.
He could't have survied a hundred foot drop. I'm sorry Annabeth.
I couldn't help thinking about my dream, with Annabeth crumpled and lifeless in Luke's arms. Here I was rescuing baby monsters, but I couldn't save my friend.
I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.
I should throw you off this building minus the flying horse and see how heroic you sound on the way down.
I will not have a sea creature destroyed, if I can help it. And I can help it.
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