The explosion hadn’t scathed the coach’s yellow 1979 Ford Pinto. Of course it hadn’t. Such a hideous car couldn’t be destroyed by anything less than a worldwide apocalypse.
Tyson balled his fists and slammed them into the Bulls face. “BAD COW!
I know what you’re gonna think, what you’re gonna ask. Percy Jackson, why are you hanging from a Times Square billboard without your pants on, about to fall to your death?
Percy gave her a sideways smile. “Yeah, we can’t have another incident like in Kansas. I might kill my bro Jason.” “Or I might kill my bro Percy,” Jason said amiably.
Percy wadded up his falafel wrapper. Along with being a water-breather, the dude also had the ability to inhale food.
I hated plans. They reminded me of annoying things like Zeus’s once-a-century goal-setting meetings, or dangerously complicated attacks. Or Athena.
I tried to stay mad at her, but it wasn’t easy. We’d been through a lot together. She saved my life plenty of times. It was stupid of me to resent her.
You must be hungry,” said the satyr. “Either that, or your stomach speaks hedgehog. That was quite a statement in hedgehog.
The lord of time disappeared under a giant blue butt.
Percy,” Chiron said, his voice impossibly soft. “The titan Kronos is my father.
Wow.” Percy handed back the book. “Maybe Mars is different than Ares. I don’t think Ares can read.
Bless Piper’s intuition, appealing to Meg’s stubborn streak. And bless Meg’s willful, weed-covered little heart. She interposed herself between me and Medea. “Apollo’s my dumb servant. You can’t have him.
He’s evil,” I said. “You’re good. You must make your own choice.
Holding a grudge is a fatal flaw.
The remains of five thousand monks were used to build the Chapel of Bones. It serves as a reminder that life is short and death is eternal.
We’re fresh out of flying boys.
Practice makes perfect Ha, ha, ha, I don’t think so Ignore my sobbing.
Five minutes later, with Calypso’s arms around his waist, Leo spurred Festus into flight. The bronze dragon spread his wings, and they soared into the unknown.
Percy!’ Annabeth scolded. ‘You just opened another Monster Doughnut shop somewhere!
Hercules was a bitter, selfish jerk. He’d hurt too many people, and he wanted to keep on hurting them. Maybe he’d had some bad breaks. Maybe the gods had kicked him around. But that didn’t excuse it. A hero couldn’t control the gods, but he should be able to control himself.