I didn’t learn a thing,” I promised Alex. “You are still a mystery wrapped in a question mark wrapped in flannel.
Nico grit his teeth. “Demigod blood. The blood of Olympus.
To be perfect, you have to feel perfect about yourself–avoid trying to be something you’re not.
Nothing beats camping out in a dreary Jotunheim forest while your friend stitches runes on a giant bowling bag!
Her face had an imperious, timeless quality that I’d learned to recognize. It meant I’m a goddess; deal with it.
Magnus, it may shock you to learn that I do not have every talent in the world. Just most of the important ones.
Annabeth has my number,’ Sadie said. ‘Which, honestly, brother, is a much easier solution than writing invisible hieroglyphs on your friend’s hand. What were you thinking?
She kissed me, and I decided that I was glad too. A kiss in the sunset and the promise of a good bacon cheeseburger – with that kind of payoff, who needs immortality?
Thor.” The goddess scoffed. “If you want someone who can navigate one hundred and seventy channels of HD content, go to Thor. If you want someone who can accurately send people through the Nine Worlds, he’s not your guy.
It was the nicest cop car I’d ever been in, and I’d been in quite a few. The black leather interior smelled of vanilla. The Plexiglas divider was squeaky clean. The bench seat had a massage feature so I could relax after a hard day of loitering. Obviously, they served only the finest criminals here in Alfheim.
I was starting to believe him, and that scared the baked beans out of me.
I just wish we could move faster.’ He chin-pointed to Nico. ‘I don’t see how this kid is going to last one more jump. How many more will it take us to get home?
Staring at the plaster death figures in the museum window, she wondered what they had been thinking as they curled up to die in the ashes. Probably not: Well, we’re Romans! We shouldn’t complain!
The thing about fate, Magnus: even if we can’t change the big picture, our choices can alter the details. That’s how we rebel against destiny, how we make our own mark.
They had a wonderful romantic night together. In fact it was so wonderful that at one point Zeus excused himself, took his phone into the bathroom and texted Helios, the sun god: Bro, take a few days off. I need this night to last!
I remembered how guest rights worked from our last time in Jotunheim. If you made it inside the house and claimed you were a guest, supposedly the host couldn’t kill you. Of course, when we’d tried that before, we ended slaughtering an entire giant family after they attempted to squash us like bugs, but it had all been done with the utmost courtesy.
A good Roman wouldn’t keep talking. Jason kept talking.
Hello, Paranoia, My Old Friend.
I need a free hand for slapping you when you act stupid.
Some problems even duct tape couldn’t solve.