Hazel had promised to visit again with Arion. The mermaids had written their phone numbers in waterproof ink on Hazel’s arm so that she could keep in touch. Leo didn’t even want to ask how mermaids got cell-phone coverage in the middle of the Atlantic.
GPS?’ Calypso asked. ‘Godly positioning system.’ ‘That’s.
Hey, Dad, can I borrow the severed head of Medusa tonight? I’m going out with my friends. Okay, honey, just bring it back by midnight, and don’t petrify anyone.
Mimir sighed foam. “My regular minions never ask so many questions.” Blitz coughed. “Actually, we do, boss. You just ignore us.
Nico twisted his silver skull ring. “Percy is the most powerful demigod I’ve ever met. No offense to you guys, but it’s true. If anybody can survive, he will, especially if he’s got Annabeth at his side. They’re going to find a way through Tartarus.
It hasn’t been easy, you know. Having the dead for company. Knowing that I’ll never be accepted by the living. Only the dead respects me, and they only do that out of fear.
I was hoping Tiny might scoop us up and give us a ride. That seemed like the proper thing to do for travelers who’d just had a hit-and-run with your shoestring.
I wanted to be the harbinger of ice cream, or falafel.
Nico grinned, which hurt his face muscles. He wasn’t used to making that expression.
Fear can’t be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They’re like love. They’re almost identical emotions.
Lemurs?” Frank asked nervously. “I’m guessing you don’t mean the furry little guys from Madagascar?
Don’t throw that good and evil stuff at me. That’s not even a Norse concept. Are you ‘good’ because you kill your enemies, but your enemies are ‘bad’ because they kill you? What sort of logic is that?
I try not to think,” Leo admitted. “It interferes with being nuts.
Stupid magical hotel wouldn’t even allow me to properly vandalize things.
Otis! Will you PLEASE stop killing me!
He wanted to say a coincidence, but he couldn’t make himself believe that. Over the past few years he’s seen a lot of things: destiny, prophecy, magic, monsters, fate. But he’d never yet run across a coincidence.
Okay, cool,” said Jack. “As long as you realize you’ll probably all die in agony and start Ragnarok, I’m down. Let’s do this!
Okay. But... go easy. We don’t want another Albania.” “No,” Reyna agreed. Their first shadow-travel experience together, two days ago, had been a total fiasco, possibly the most humiliating episode in Reyna’s long career. Perhaps someday, if they survived, they would look back on it and laugh, but not now. The three of them had agreed never to speak of it. What happened in Albania would stay in Albania.
The suitors: a hundred of the greediest, evilest cut-throats who’d ever lived.
I hate this god. ‘Exactly, Mr Elf!’ Thor said.