Percy: I thought I’d lost my mom forever, and I was stuck on a hill in a thunderstorm fighting this huge bull dude while Grover was passed out wailing. “Food!” It was terrifying, man.
If i’m going to survive, it won’t be because i have a lion-skin cloak. I’m not Hercules.
It was like Percy had faced death before, like he knew about grief. What mattered was listening. You didn’t need to say you were sorry. The only thing that helped was moving on – moving forward.
Percy’d heard stories about amputees who had phantom pains where their missing legs and arms used to be. That’s how his mind felt – like his missing memories were aching.
My mother says looking is the nature of wisdom.
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.
Piper gave Lit a friendly sorry-about-that smile. Even with her hair messed up and wearing two-day-old clothes, she looked extremely cute, and Jason felt a little jealous she was giving Lit that smile.
No matter how many times Percy killed them and watched them crumble to powder, they just kept re-forming like large evil dust bunnies.
Happy the Dragon was not so happy.
It’s just Annabeth mom jeez!
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.
I was glad to be with her, but it also kind of hurt, and it hurt when I wasn’t with her, too.
Six minus six is zero. Spears are good for subtraction Ella said.
Heroes like you always have a weak spot. We just have to find it, and then we can kill you. Won’t that be lovely? Have a cheese ‘n’ Wiener!
Either the kid was naturally hyper or he was hopped up on enough caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo.
Gods tend to be selfish. Even when they’re helpful, they always have their own motives. That’s why you have to be careful about trusting them.
Even from far away, I could see people being chased by hellhounds, burned at the stake, forced to run naked through cactus patches or listen to opera music.
The Feast of Fortuna had nothing to do with tuna, which was fine with Percy.
I guess it wasn’t everyday they see a yellow lifeboat with no engine going a hundred knots an hour, manned by three kids.
A little slower, sweetheart. Cape Cod is freezing over.