Percy, lesser beings do many horrible things in the name of the gods. That does not mean we gods approve. The way our sons and daughters act in our names... well, it usually says more about THEM than it does about us.
Percy, lesser beings do many horrible things in the name of the gods. That does not mean we gods approve. The way our sons and daughters act in our names... well, it usually says more about THEM than it does about us.
There's no point in defending camp if you guys die. All our friends are here.
Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.
He also didn't mind Piper's using him for a pillow. She had a cute way of breathing when she slept - inhaling through the nose, exhaling with a little puff through the mouth. He was also disappointed when she woke up.
Apparently, word of the chicken man incident hadn't spread quite yet.
Lovely. Imprisoned in a nursery school dungeon.
The bridge fell away into the chasm, and the Cyclops howled ... with delight, because he was standing right next to us.
I should throw you off this building minus the flying horse and see how heroic you sound on the way down.
And you, Percy, are my favorite son.
Because Hope survives best at the Hearth.
Go on with what your heart tells you, or you will lose all.
Suspecting and knowing are not the same.
Oh, don't mind me! Just the queen of the heavens, dying over here!
Honestly, I thought I was going to be a kite forever, suffocating inside a little feathery prison. And he had the nerve to make fun!
Who are you and why are you my cat?
Laistrygonians. Cannibals. Northern Giants. Sasquatch legend. Yep, yep. They are not birds. Not birds of North America.
There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it.
I left him in his wheelchair, staring sadly into the fireplace. I wondered how many times he'd sat here, waiting for heroes that never came back.
Patterns repeat themselves in history
I imagined loading the God of the Sea into a taxi and taking him to the Upper East Side.
Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.
The forge looked like a steam-powered locomotive had smashed into the Greek Parthenon and they had fused together.
I racked my brain trying to remember the names of all of Nut's five children. Bit difficult without my brother, the human Wikipedia, around to keep track of such trivia for me.
I told Tantalus to go chase a doughnut.
Yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out!
Poseidon can come in too! We will eat you both! Seafood!
Well . . . sure good to be together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror. Oh, look. It's our floor.
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
Humor was a good way to hide the pain.
As a magician, you must think about chaos and order. Those are the two forces that control the universe.
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