And flash him!” Annabeth’s face reddened. “That came out wrong. But yeah, good idea.
You Keep Using the Word Help. I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means.
Now... well, after what happened in Tartarus, it seemed like Percy had graduated to a totally different level of butt-kickery.
As for her charmspeak, she’d gotten so powerful it made Leo nervous. If she told him to eat his vegetables, he might actually do it.
On it!” Hazel said. “Go, Frank!” Dragon Frank veered to the left with Annabeth in one claw yelling, “Let’s get ’em!” and Percy in the other claw screaming, “I hate flying!
Oh, why does college have to happen to perfectly good people?
No doubt she was thinking, Who dressed this poor girl like a traffic light?
He hated being filled with terror. It was embarrassing.
That awkward moment when you jump out a window because your friend jumped out a window, then you remember that your other friend can fly.
It’s been my observation” I said, “that you humans are more than the sum of your history. You can choose how much of your ancestry to embrace. You can overcome the expectations of your family and your society. What you cannot do, and should never do, is try to be someone other than yourself–Piper McLean.
Everything living deserves a chance to grow.
My eyes were gray – more like my cousin Annabeth’s than my mom’s.
Carter pulled out several lengths of brown twine, a small ebony cat statue, and a thick roll of paper. No, not paper. Papyrus. I remember Dad explaining how the Egyptians made it from a river plant because they never invented paper. The stuff was so thick and rough, it made me wonder if the poor Egyptians had had to use toilet papyrus. If so, no wonder they walked sideways.
Well, good news, ” Blitzen said. “I found the bag. Bad news... I found the bag.
Where’s the gold?” I demanded. “Don’t make me unleash my sword’s playlist.
Blades before babes, you know what I’m saying?
Power makes good people uneasy rather than joyful or boastful. That’s why good people so rarely rise to power.
Sure, they only had ten days to stop the giants from waking Gaia. Sure, he could die before dinnertime. But he loved being told that something was impossible. It was like someone handing him a lemon meringue pie and telling him not to throw it. He just couldn’t resist the challenge.
Zeus did not answer. He was probably too busy recording my humiliation to share on Snapchat.
I don’t expend my energy trying to fight the change of seasons. I focus on making sure the days I have, and the season I oversee, are as joyful, rich, and plentiful as possible.