If your mom seems overprotective, it’s possible she knows you better than you think.
Facing the hooves of a rearing stallion is scary enough, but when it’s a centaur, armed with a bow and whooping it up in a soda-drinking hat, even the bravest warrior would retreat.
Turns out Valhalla had been sending its recycling to home plate at Fenway, which could explain any problems the Red Sox were having with their offensive lineup.
After everything I had done for Percy Jackson, I expected delight upon my arrival. A tearful welcome, a few burnt offerings, and a small festival in my honor would not have been inappropriate.
Gaining a mom, even one who had waited fifty-odd years to reveal herself... that wasn’t something to throw away lightly.
Reyna had always pictured him as solid white with dove-like wings, but Pegasus’s coat was rich brown, mottled with red and gold around the muzzle – which Hedge claimed were the marks where the stallion had emerged from the blood and ichor of his beheaded mother, Medusa. Pegasus’s wings were the colours of an eagle’s – gold, white, brown and rust – which made him look much more handsome and regal than plain white. He was the colour of all horses, representing all his offspring.
Odysseus managed to return in secret and slaughter them all – your basic happy homecoming.
Annabeth sat next to me, holding my nectar glass and dabbing a washcloth on my forehead. “Here we are again,” I said. “You idiot,” Annabeth said, which is how I knew she was overjoyed to see me conscious.
Until we meet again at the Acropolis, bro. I’ll be the one killing giants.
Too bad Jason wasn’t a metal automaton. At least then Leo would have some idea of how to help his best friend. But with humans... Leo felt helpless. They broke way too easily.
My people were the original Athenians – the gemini.” “Like your zodiac sign?” Percy asked. “I’m a Leo.” “No, stupid,” Leo said. “I’m a Leo. You’re a Percy.
He remembered Apollo, smiling and tan and completely cool in his shades. Thalia had said, He’s hot. He’s the sun god, Percy replied. That’s not what I meant.
What do you mean we set the land mines on the wrong hill?
Yes,” the snake king agreed. “Only this girl’s music controls me. I hate it. Please, sing some more.
The strangest sight was the old giant Thoon, who was getting bludgeoned to death by three old ladies with brass clubs – the Fates, armed for war.
Hedge yelled a question that might have been: Where’s Frank? Percy pointed at the giant koi. Frank waved his left dorsal fin. ‘Sup?
Look.” The others seemed confused. Then the glow became brighter: a holographic golden sickle with a few sheaves of wheat, rotating just above Meg McCaffrey. A boy in the crowd gasped. “She’s a communist!
Casa de Jackson No gold-plated throne for guests Seriously, dude?
Look behind somebody’s horrible exterior, and you usually found a horrible interior, shaped by a horrible history.
Frank grimaced with concentration. Suddenly, he disappeared. On the deck where he’d been standing, a green iguana crouched next to an empty set of Chinese handcuffs. “Well done, Frank Zhang,” Leo said dryly, doing his impression of Chiron the centaur. “That is exactly how people beat Chinese handcuffs. They turn into iguanas.