Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies.
Forget the chicken-nugget smoke screen. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat.
Leo waited while the fish centaur put away his supplies. Aphros’s lobster-claw horns kept swimming around in his thick hair, and Leo had to resist the urge to try and rescue them.
Down in the water, Octavian yelled, “Get me out of here! I’ll kill you!” “Tempting,” Percy called down.
Wisdom’s daughter walks alone. That didn’t just mean without other people, Annabeth realized. It meant without any special powers.
She’d secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she’d fallen for him hard.
Sometimes wisdom came from strange places, even from giant teenaged goldfish.
She had to go on this quest. The fate of the world might depend on it. But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. He didn’t want to be without her.
It was a crazy idea. But, as usual, that’s all Percy had.
Don’t underestimate Camp Half-Blood.
Strange things conspire when one tries to cheat fate.
Percy was getting tired of water. If he said that aloud, he would probably get kicked out of Poseidon’s Junior Sea Scouts, but he didn’t care.
He’d learned years ago it was better not to dwell too much on who was related to whom on the godly side of things. After Tyson the Cyclops adopted him as a brother, Percy decided that that was about as far as he wanted to extend the family.
But Annabeth knew that people saw what they wanted to see. They didn’t need the Mist to warp their perceptions.
But she wondered why beautiful things had to be wrapped up with evil history. Or was it the other way around? Maybe the evil history made it necessary to build beautiful things, to mask the darker aspects.
The dead aren’t scary. They are just sad.
Leo could run pretty fast when someone was trying to kill him. Sadly, he’d had a lot of practice.
True success requires sacrifice.
That’s what being a demigod was all about, not quite belonging in the mortal world or on Mount Olympus but trying to make peace with both sides of their nature.
Plus, humor ws a good way to hide the pain. And if that didn’t work, there was always Plan B. Run aaway. Over and over.