I hoped they couldn't run very fast with those stubby little legs and flippers, but they waddled along pretty well.
I hoped they couldn't run very fast with those stubby little legs and flippers, but they waddled along pretty well.
With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight.
My only thought was to keep him away from Annabeth.
All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorms room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my Essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.
I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest wanted food.
Once I got over the fact that my Latin teacher was a horse, we had a nice tour, though I was careful not to walk behind him. I'd done pooper-scooper patrol in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade a few times, and, I'm sorry, I did not trust Chiron's back the the way I trusted his front.
Where's the glory in repeating what others have done?
Leo: I'm almost out of gas! Woah, that came out wrong. I meant the burning kind!
That's what happens when it snows in Texas lady. It. Freaking. Melts.
Carter pulled out several lengths of brown twine, a small ebony cat statue, and a thick roll of paper. No, not paper. Papyrus. I remember Dad explaining how the Egyptians made it from a river plant because they never invented paper. The stuff was so thick and rough, it made me wonder if the poor Egyptians had had to use toilet papyrus. If so, no wonder they walked sideways.
I must admit I'm impressed, Sadie. You controlled your magic and controlled Isis. And you, Carter, did well turning into a lizard.
My sister, with her ratty red-highlighted hair and her linen pajamas and her combat boots-how could she possibly worry about being possessed by a goddess? What goddess would want her, except the goddess of chewing gum?
I guess it wasn't everyday they see a yellow lifeboat with no engine going a hundred knots an hour, manned by three kids.
Death has more in common with Love than you might imagine.
The thing about plummetting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late.
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.
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.
You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed.
Patterns repeat themselves in history
Chiron probably wanted me to say, Heck it wa nothing. I eat hellhounds for breakfast. But I didn't feel like lying.
I imagined loading the God of the Sea into a taxi and taking him to the Upper East Side.
See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. - Percy Jackson
Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.
Leo's biggest surprise: One look from Jason, and all three of them knew the game plan. When had that happened, that they could read each other so well?
The forge looked like a steam-powered locomotive had smashed into the Greek Parthenon and they had fused together.
Curled up at the base of the scales, fast asleep, was the oddest monster I'd seen yet. It had the head of crocodile with a lion's mane. The front half of its body was a lion, but the back end was sleek, brown, and fat - a hippo, I decided. The odd bit was, the animal was tiny - I mean, no larger than an average poodle, which I suppose made him a hippodoodle.
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.
Our baboon was going completely sky goddess - which is to say, nuts.
I told Tantalus to go chase a doughnut.
He remembered his home now, and that gave him new determination to succeed. He was fighting for two camps now -- two families.
Yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out!
She said this in the same way you might say Fields of Punishment or Hades's gym shorts.
I looked into his eyes, and I realized he was the same man I'd seen in my dreams. His face might be totally different, but the same soul was in there, the same intelligence and all the sadness.
You must carry on my spirit. It can no longer be carried by a god. It must be taken up by all of you. - Pan
Perseus, you are not the hero.
Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face.
I wasn't aiming at the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.
She'd also called me brave...unless she was talking to the catfish.
You assume that it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?
Most problems look worse than they are. nothing is unfixable.
Well, I hope you like it here, Leo. It used to be .......really nice.
Egyptians believe in the power of the sunrise. They believe each morning begins not just a new day, but a new world.
I suppose with so many things suddenly getting better, the things that were still missing hurt even worse.
Out my left, I saw baboon bum, out my right, my long-lost uncle Amos. Naturally, I decided to focus on the right.
I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to kneel or buy stamps from him or what.
He warned me the greediest wishes cause the greatest sorrows.
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.
I love Greek Mythology, wish there was a TV series, like being human or smallville, but with the series based around Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Holla Mayne!
And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.
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