I like flying cars. I prefer it when the car is actually capable of flight, however.
Clarisse demolished a whole building with a wrecking ball, and the maze entrance just shifted a few feet.
No Tyson, the guy in the story did not attract the attention of a moose. Tyson is sad now.
They said I would never amount to anything. Look at me now. Sometimes small things can become very large indeed.
We may all die,” she muttered, “but this will definitely get Ran’s attention... Meet my older brother,” Sam said, “the World Serpent.
He kept his promises. He never wanted to abandon anyone the way he’d been abandoned and lied to.
When I need his help, he turns into a sword and kills things. Sometimes he does this while I wield him. Other times he does this while flying around on his own and singing annoying pop songs. He is magical that way.
Dear Meg,” I said. “I can’t be sure about Lityerses. But I think we must try. We only fail when we stop trying.
Ow,” I muttered, because I was once the god of poetry and have great descriptive powers.
A tai chi principle: If you don’t want someone to run away from you, run away from them first. Become yin to make them become yang. I’m not sure why it works, but almost always they’ll follow you like air filling a vacuum.
You can’t just abandon your family because they did something horrible.
Young Cyclopes grow up alone on the streets, learn to make things out of scraps. Learn to survive... makes us appreciate blessings, not be greedy and mean and fat...
O Great Teller of the Future and Inhaler of Volcanic Gas!’ said the king. ‘Can I get a boy child over here, or what?
Toodle-oo, demigods!
Michael Varus drew his sword. ″My father is Janus, the god of two faces. I am used to seeing through masks and deceptions.
No!” Polybotes wailed. “Not merchandising rights!
Girl, I see you, I felt like saying. You are not subtle, and we really need to have a talk about crushing on dryads.
Nico sat forward. “I communed with the dead last night.” He just tossed that line out there, like he was saying he got a text from a buddy.
If you asked most kids, “Hey, you want to summon fire or lightning or magical makeup?” they’d think it sounded pretty cool. But those powers went along with hard stuff, like sitting in a sewer in the middle of winter, running from monsters, losing your memory, watching your friends almost get cooked, and having dreams that warned you of your own death.
We’re going to die, but I’m in.