I know you don’t believe this now, but look for opportunities. They will come.
Stay alert!” I told Blackjack. “I’ve got an idea.” Oh, I hate your ideas.
They live in human memory, man. That’s what keeps them alive.
Los Angeles was a magnet for human aspirations – the perfect place for mortals to gather, starry-eyed with dreams of fame, then fail, die and circle down the drain, flushed into oblivion.
If somebody had taken a baby picture, it would’ve shown homely little Hephaestus plummeting through the clouds with a surprised look on his face like, MOMMY, WHY?
I gave her a little parade wave – the sort of gesture I used to give my worshippers when they came to grovel at my altar. To me, the message was clear enough: I see you, puny mortal; now run along. The gods are talking.
To save a friend, you would sacrifice the world.
Go without me!” Nico said. “I don’t want to go back to that camp anyway.
We’re more into fixing, building, occasionally sticking wads of oilcloth in the mouths of rude ladies –.
It was not the same as ancient Rome, of course. They’d made quite a few improvements. No slavery, for one thing. Better personal hygiene, for another. Gone was the Subura – the jam-packed slum quarter with its firetrap apartments.
Annabeth slipped her hand into Percy’s, which made Piper feel downhearted.
The farm god raised his eyes to the ceiling, like, Why me, Demeter?
Khione’s face turned red. “Hot? You dare insult me? I am cold, Leo Valdez. Very, very cold.
We can’t arrange gods by coolness. That would lead to too many fights.
The Norns themselves have come to read your fate. – Sam.
The last thing I wanted to do on my summer break was blow up another school. But there I was Monday morning, the first week of June, sitting in my mom’s car in front of Goode High School on East 81st. Goode was this big brownstone building overlooking the East River. A bunch of BMWs and Lincoln Town Cars were parked out front. Staring up at the fancy.
Other demigods could understand Latin and Greek. Leo could speak Creak and Squeak.
She’d chosen to follow Artemis and be part of a group rather than stay in this cold drafty temple alone with her twenty-foot-tall dad – Jason’s dad – glowering down at her. Eat voltage! Jason didn’t have any trouble understanding Thalia’s feelings. He wondered if there was a Hunters group for guys.
Next to us, the griffins snuggled in for a well-deserved rest. They tucked their heads under their wings and purred, which would have been cute if they didn’t sound like chainsaws.
Whose palace? And is Dalmatia where those Dalmatian dogs come from? That 101 Dalmatians movie – I still have nightmares.