Nico unsheathed his sword. “You know the Underworld? Would you like me to arrange a visit?” Bryce laughed. His front teeth were two different shades of yellow. “Do you think you can frighten me? I’m a descendant of Orcus, the god of broken vows and eternal punishment. I’ve heard the screams in the Fields of Punishment firsthand. They’re music to my ears. Soon, I’ll be adding one more damned soul to the chorus.
That little scar on your lip – you tried to eat a stapler when you were two!
Hey, I’m just stating the obvious. If this is Apollo, and he dies, we’re all in trouble.” Will turned to me. “I apologize for my boyfriend.” Nico rolled his eyes. “Could you not – ” “Would you prefer special guy?” Will asked. “Or significant other?” “Significant annoyance, in your case,” Nico grumbled. “Oh, I’ll get you for that.
She sprinted toward the woods and melted into the snow and shadows.
Clarisse was a stubborn idiot. End of story. I.
Kym’s narrowed.
A Kind Act can sometimes be as Powerful as A Sword.
To my wonderful readers: Sorry about that last cliff-hanger. Well, no, not really. HAHAHAHA.
Stheno just kept toting them across California so she could offer Percy a snack before she killed him.
What’s wrong with him?” “He’s dead,” Artemis said. “That’s a serious condition. It’s almost always fatal. But I’ll see what I can do.
DAGAZ – new beginnings, transformations.
Apollo was god of poetry as well as archery, and I’d heard him recite in person. I’d almost rather get shot by an arrow.
He pointed upstream and led us through the foggy morning, with spotty snow flurries and a forty percent chance of death.
I’ll try to avoid cliffhangers.
It wasn’t fun, flying to the Brooklyn Museum. We had to hang from a rope under the griffin’s belly like a couple of Tarzans, dodging policemen, emergency workers, city officials, and several old ladies who chased after us with umbrellas screaming, “There’s the hummingbird! Kill it!
Athena is no fan of Poseidon, but if you’re going to save the world, I’m the best person to keep you from messing up.
Manhattan has other problems. Other gods. It’s best we stay separate.
The empousa’s favorite tactic was to make a guy fall in love with her, then drink his blood and devour his flesh. Not a great first date.
I’d always wondered what it would be like to have a younger sibling. Sometimes I’d treated Artemis as my baby sister, since I’d been born a few minutes earlier, but that had mostly been to annoy her. With Meg, I felt as if it were actually true. I had someone who depended on me, who needed me around no matter how much we irritated each other. I thought about Hazel and Frank and the washing away of curses. I suppose that kind of love could come from many different types of relationships.
The pig says oink.