Your mom is a rainbow goddess?” “Got a problem with that?” Butch said. “No, no,” Leo said. “Rainbows. Very macho.
First things first, Leo told himself. Survive today. Figure out crayon drawing of destiny later.
Huh.” Leo scowled at his monitor. In his tattered work shirt and grease-splattered jeans, he looked like he’d just lost a wrestling match with a locomotive.
Nico: With great power, comes the great need to take a nap.
Hey, for a scythe, cookies, and a chance to commit murder, Kronos could hide his true feelings.
Maybe the lesson is: Know when to brag and when to keep your mouth shut. Or: Sometimes life isn’t fair, even if you are as gifted as Athena. Or maybe: Don’t give away free tapestries.
Then he groaned ‘Food’, and I knew there was hope.
Not your fault, brother. Kronos does not explode good. Next time we will use a big stick.
I have brought you a hero’s fate, and a hero’s fate is never happy. It is never anything but tragic.
Great,” Leo muttered. “Eidolons who are also lawyers. Now I really want to kill them.” “Okay, forget them for now,” Hazel said.
He was pretty sure he hadn’t dozed off as a snake. Usually, he slept like a dog.
He’d never thought of beauty as a form of power, but that’s the way Piper had seemed – powerful.
And you, Sarah Jacobi” – he pointed to a woman with white robes and spiky black hair – “you were sent to Antarctica for causing the tsunami in the Indian Ocean.
Kronos took the child in his arms and saw right away that Demeter was another goddess. She glowed with an aura even more powerful than Hestia’s. She was trouble with a capital tau.
I won’t go looking for trouble. I usually don’t have to.
Let’s all put our weapons down,” Piper said. “Coach, you first.” Hedge clenched his jaw. “Just one thwack?” “No,” Piper said. “What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.” “No!” Piper insisted. “Meh.” Coach Hedge lowered his club.
A few dozen kids sprawled in the seats in front of him, listening to iPods, talking, or sleeping.
That would be a first. I’m the son of Hades, Jason. I might as well be covered in blood or sewage, the way people treat me. I don’t belong anywhere. I’m not even from this century. But even that’s not enough to set me apart. I’ve got to be – to be –.
Her most recent birthday. She’d just turned thirteen. But not last December – December 17, 1941, the last day she had lived in New Orleans.
In the back corner, a stairwell led down. It was blocked by a row of iron bars like a prison door. Percy wondered what was down there – monsters? Treasure? Amnesiac demigods who had gotten on Reyna’s bad side?