My ears,” Reyna complained. “Oh, gods, my ears will never heal.
Spiders hate Athena, and Athena hates them right back. But spiders also hate humans, because Arachne never forgot her shame and her anger at being ridiculed.
Go upstairs, Percy Jackson, to the attic. When you come back down, assuming you’re still sane, we will talk more.’ Four.
Aeithales. That’s ancient Greek for evergreen, if I recall correctly.
Will, Kayla, Austin,” I said, “come with me.” “And Nico,” said Nico. “I have a doctor’s note.
The rivalry ends here,’ Percy said. ‘I love you, Wise Girl.’ Annabeth made a little sigh, like something in her ribcage had melted.
He whizzed by me in a blur, clinging to the wheelchair’s armrests as if his life depended on it. Which perhaps it did, as he seemed out of control. Correction: He was most definitely out of control.
Like I could throw Nancy Bobofit a hundred yards.
Oh, I hate your ideas.
Feeling groovy, I’m Drowning, freezing, snake surfing Life is good, Batman!
Reyna, Annabeth and Piper were inseparable, roaming the camp as a trio to check on the progress of the repairs.
Oh, no,” I said, panic rising in my chest. “No, no, no. Somebody get a can opener. I’ve got a god stuck in my head.” Bast’s eyes lit up. “You communicated with Horus directly? That’s excellent progress!” “Progress?” I banged my palms against my head. “Get him out!” Calm down, Horus said. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” Bast frowned. “I didn’t.” “Talking to him!” I pointed at my forehead.
The desolate rocky terrain, the bone-chilling dampness, the low moaning carried by the wind – they seemed too real to be just a dream. Real, and frightening. Somehow I had entered another world. I’d heard that eating pizza before bedtime can cause nightmares, but I didn’t think it could transport a person.
This time I could not argue with her logic. Despite my fervour to rush into the woods and save my children, I had to proceed cautiously. I could not mess up this rescue.
The black dog snarled. The polecat snapped its teeth and passed gas.
I try to avoid weapons that talk. I find them rude and distracting. Once, Artemis had a bow that could cuss like a Phoenician sailor.
I hate it when evil sorceresses have a point.
I cleared my throat. “We merely cooperate! I’m not controlled by anyone. Right, Meg?” “Slap yourself,” Meg commanded. I slapped myself. Leo grinned. “Oh, this is too good.
Leo couldn’t fly. He had a couple of minutes at most before he’d hit the water and go ker-splat. He decided he didn’t like that ending to the Epic Ballad of Leo.
We freaked out a homeless guy on the ferry dock when we landed. He screamed when he saw Hank and Chuck and ran off yelling something about metal angels from Mars.