Elpis, the spirit of hope, stayed with humans so they wouldn’t give up completely. They could always believe that things might get better.
Eventually we all must return home.
Clytius chided. What will you do, Hazel Levesque – pelt me with more rubies? Shower me with sapphires? Hazel gave him an answer. She raised her spatha and charged. Apparently, Clytius hadn’t expected her to be quite so suicidal. He was slow raising his sword. By the time he slashed, Hazel had ducked between his legs and jabbed her Imperial gold blade into his gluteus maximus. Not very ladylike. The nuns at St. Agnes would never have approved. But it worked.
Clytius snarled, turning back and forth as if he couldn’t decide which of them to kill first. Wait! Hold still! No! Ouch!
But Old Potty Face mentioned another name.
I wasn’t sure why I wanted to spare Ethan. I guess we’d had enough fighting for one day, and in truth I felt sorry for the kid. He would be in enough trouble when he reported back to Kronos.
Good luck is a sham. The wheel of fortune is a Ponzi scheme. True success requires sacrifice.
Without warning, Hera had plucked up Percy Jackson, Annabeth’s boyfriend, wiped his memory, and sent him to the Roman camp. In exchange, the Greeks had gotten Jason. None of that was Jason’s fault; but every time Annabeth saw him, she remembered how much she missed Percy.
Energy and matter can’t be created or destroyed. Only changed. And sometimes changed for the better.
Even Meg looked uncomfortable, as if just realizing what sort of power she’d been given. I was relieved to see that discomfort. It was a sure sign that Meg remained a good person. Power makes good people uneasy rather than joyful or boastful. That’s why good people so rarely rise to power.
Blackjack made a grumbling sound. Reyna could’ve sworn he tried to say donuts. She must have been going delirious.
Now, personally, I’m not fond of huge snakes, especially ones with human heads and stupid hats. If I’d summoned this thing, I would’ve cast a spell to send it back, super quick. But Setne just rolled up his scroll, slipped it in his jacket pocket, and grinned. “Awesome!” The cobra lady hissed. “Who dares summon me? I am Wadjet, queen of cobras, protector of Lower Egypt, eternal mistress of – ” “I know!” Setne clapped his hands. “I’m a huge fan!” I.
Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. “I love you.
Rule of duelling etiquette: when choosing a weapon for single combat, you should absolutely not choose to wield your grandfather.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
That thing is really red,’ Percy muttered. ‘I wonder if it’s cherry-flavoured.’ ‘Why don’t you swim over and find out?’ Annabeth asked. ‘How about no.
She had dark brown eyes and a slightly upturned nose. With her silver circlet and her proud expression, she looked so much like royalty that I had to resist the urge to sit up straight and say “Yes, ma’am.
I wax poetic On the beauty of sewers Real short poem. Done.
The King Tut masks flew off the penguins, revealing them to be – gasp – penguins.
Also, I kept thinking about Alex Fierro. You know, maybe just a little. Alex was a force of nature, like the snow thunder. She struck when she felt like it, depending on temperature differentials and storm patterns I couldn’t possibly predict. She shook my foundations in a way that was powerful but also weirdly soft and constrained, veiled in blizzard. I couldn’t assign any motives to her. She just did what she wanted. At least, that’s how it felt to me.