Janus and his doorways. He would have you believe that all choices are black or white, yes or no, in or out. In fact, it’s not that simple. Whenever you reach the crossroads, there are always at least three ways to go... four if you count going backward.
Singing is good for the spirits. You should never miss an opportunity to sing.
The fact that he used a bullhorn to communicate with a deaf person should tell you something about him.
The only difference between a satyr and a faun,” I said, “is what we see in them. And what they see in themselves. Plant this tree somewhere special.” I looked up at the dryads. “Tend it and make it grow healthy and tall. This was Don the faun, a hero.
Yeah, we’re back to the whole brother-marrying-sister thing. Let’s get it out of our systems – all together, One, two, three: “GROSS!
I need to use the little praetors’ room.
Popcorn! Our fatal weakness!
Don’t destroy Half-Blood while we’re gone,” was Chiron’s parting instruction. Argus pointed two fingers at his eyes and then at us. This took a few minutes since he has one hundred eyes, but we got the message – be good, or else.
Grover, stop eating your seat belt. You’re setting a bad example.
He spewed fire at the rain, though that didn’t seem to discourage the storm.
She gripped her new bronze dagger, realizing it was too small and too short to provide much offensive power. But that’s why Annabeth liked daggers: they kept her focused. A child of Athena should never rely on a blade if she could use her wits instead. Intelligence won wars, not brute force.
This harpy, Nuggets – she and Millie go way back. Anyway... she knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a horse who knows a goat who knows another horse –.
Look, it’s three to one and your hands are tied’ ‘You’re right,’Reyna growled.’Get another six of you in here and it might be a fair fight.
She thought about her cousins in Oklahoma, which was odd, since she’d never spent much time with them. She didn’t even know them very well. Now she was sorry about that.
Baby sister.” Hylla rose. “Here we are, home again. Facing certain death again. We have to stop meeting like this.
Won’t change anything,’ I said. ‘You’re still my best friend.’ He grinned. ‘Except for Annabeth.’ ‘That’s different.’ ‘Yeah,’ he agreed. ‘It sure is.
Percy gulped. When he and his friends had encountered Hercules at the Straits of Gibraltar, it hadn’t gone well. The exchange had involved a lot of yelling, death threats, and high-velocity pineapples.
Sif seemed so refined, so graceful, so unlikely to fart or belch in public.
I can’t summon any more gas!” Leo warned. Then his face turned red. “Wow, that came out wrong. I mean.
Annabeth wailed in rage, judo-flipping the monster and dropping on its neck, putting her whole body weight into an elbow strike that would’ve made any pro wrestler proud.