A Half-Blood of the eldest gods, Shall reach sixteen against all odds And see the world in endless sleep The Hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap A single choice shall end his days Olympus to preserve or raze.
We’d just released a zebra in Las Vegas.
I should’ve been very cross with Anubis. Kissing me without permission – the nerve!
We heard the army before we saw it. The noise was like a cannon barrage combined with a football stadium crowd- like every Patriots fan in New England was charging us with bazookas.
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.
He just raised the dead with coke and cheeseburgers.
I found that things weren’t going well upstairs. Carter was a crumpled heap of chicken warrior on the slope of the pyramid.
My fatal flaw is hubris. The brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches? No, seaweed brain. That’s hummus. Hubris is worse. What could be worse than hummus?
I suppose with so many things suddenly getting better, the things that were still missing hurt even worse.
My resolve, my anger, even my grief gave me confidence.
Everything happens for a reason, Sadie, even bad things.
Perseus, you are not the hero.
Nothing lasts forever. But the thing is, you can reuse some. Use your mind. – Leo’s Mother, The Lost Hero.
Most problems look worse than they are. nothing is unfixable.
You can’t call a ninja lord dweeb.
Um, Dues ex machina anyone?
And I was holding someone who was destined to be my best friend, or possibly my worst enemy.
Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt.
That’s right, Sadie. For our first real date, I picked up Zia in a boat pulled by a deranged griffin. So what? Like your dates aren’t weird?
Mugged by my own mother.