I LOVE IT when gods offer to pay for a dinner that’s already free. Almost as much as I love assault squads that show up after the assault.
Always happens with men. They promise friendship. They promise to treat you as an equal. In the end, all they want is to possess you.
Jason tried to summon more lightning. Nothing happened. If he ever met his dad, he’d have to petition for an increased daily allowance of bolts.
She ended up marrying Oceanus, which was kind of a no-brainer. “Hey, you like water? I like water too! We should totally go out!
I often got sword fighting and tennis confused.
Atlantis?” Jason asked. “That’s a myth,” Percy said. “Uh... don’t we deal in myths?” “No, I mean it’s a made-up myth. Not, like, an actual true myth.” “So this is why Annabeth is the brains of the operation, then?” “Shut up, Grace.
Fenris lunged at my face. I cleverly escaped by falling on my butt.
It struck me just how young he was – no more than seventeen. Older than my mortal form, yes, but not by much. This young man had lost his mother. He had survived the harsh training of Lupa the wolf goddess. He’d grown up with the discipline of the Twelfth Legion at Camp Jupiter. He’d fought Titans and giants. He’d helped save the world at least twice. But by mortal standards, he was barely an adult. He wasn’t old enough to vote or drink.
Like Santa’s elves,” Percy said. “Except evil. And metal. And really loud.
A little secret, Magnus. There is no good and evil. There’s only capable and incapable. I am capable.
My son.” Hades tone was almost gentle. “Whatever happens, you have earned my respect. You brought honor to our house when we stood together against Kronos in Manhattan. You risked my wrath to help the Jackson boy, helping him to the River Styx, freeing him from my prison, pleading with me to raise the armies of Erebos to assist him. Never before have I been so harassed by one of my sons. Percy this and Percy that. I nearly blasted you to cinders.
Helios thought he looked pretty hot, and he had an annoying habit of calling the sun his “chick magnet.
Nico couldn’t stop the memories. They cluttered his dreams like the ghosts of Asphodel – an aimless, sorrowful mob pleading for attention. Save me, they seemed to whisper. Remember me. Help me. Comfort me.
There was no point moping around when you faced imminent death.
The goddess Aphrodite floated around them on a small white cloud, strewing rose petals in the giantess’s eyes and calling encouragement to Piper. ‘Lovely, my dear. Yes, good. Hit her again!
Nico glanced back at Coach Hedge. The satyr just made a shooing gesture like, Go. Do your Underworld thing.
I would be Apollo. I would remember.
One of the natural consequences of being so awesome is that I attracted envy from all quarters.
I’m not choosing one of your paths, I’m making one of my own.
I am the son of Apollo, you anemic loser!