She couldn’t think about the entire world right now. She had to concentrate on what was right next to her.
The winds,” Jason said. “Father, can’t you unleash the winds to send our ship back?” Zeus glowered. “I could slap you back to Long Island.” “Um, was that a joke, or a threat, or – ” “No,” Zeus said, “I mean it quite literally. I could slap your ship back to Camp Half-Blood, but the force involved...
The groin. The Earthborn’s groin is sensitive.” SMASH! “Good. Yes. Tyson found its groin.” “Percy needs help?” Tyson called. “I’m good!” “Die!” Polybotes yelled, closing fast. Percy kept running.
My gut told me that the giantesses would be much more powerful if they combined forces, like they had when they sank our ship. We were only alive so far because each of the sisters was intent on killing her own target. We had succeeded at being just that individually annoying.
Oops. Sorry, everybody. This book is not officially endorsed by the proper Muse. If it explodes in your hand, my bad.
Pain was unimportant. Failure was unthinkable.
If this was a middle-class family in Alfheim, I didn’t want to split a lunch tab with the one-percenters.
You don’t have to be a god. Just do your best for your friends.
He can talk?” “I talk,” Tyson admitted. “You are pretty.
Wait a second,” I said. “If we’re worried about an attack, why not just blow up the entrance? Seal the tunnel?” “Great idea!” Grover said. “I’ll get the dynamite!
Excuse me,” she said. “Is that a flowerpot on your head?
Apparently, the Athena Parthenos had wanted them to visit a place with educational value, because she’d landed right next to a historical marker that read MASSACRE OF BUFORD, on a gravel layby at the intersection of Nowhere and Nothing.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow, There’s Some Messed-Up Stuff Going On.
My brain refused to get out of my head. Inconsiderate brain.
I tossed the book aside. Great. My dad was a D-list god who frolicked in the woods. He was probably eliminated early last season on Dancing with the Asgardians.
Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey – when you’re the son of Poseidon, you don’t have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.
The medical term for that is dead. Gee, Magnus, what did it feel like? It hurt. A lot. Thanks for asking.
They plummeted toward the volcano as their largest piece of luggage – the forty-foot-tall Athena Parthenos – trailed after them, leashed to a harness on Nico’s back like a very ineffective parachute.
Nothing says ‘Hi, neighbor!’ like killing a guy’s flying reptile.
I’ve always wanted to go to England. I just never thought it would be after I was dead, on a quest, on a bright yellow warship.” “England?” “That’s where we’re heading. Didn’t you know?” When I thought about England, which wasn’t very often, I thought of the Beatles, Mary Poppins, and guys wearing bowler hats, carrying umbrellas, and saying pip, pip cheerio.