I want to build some thing permanent.
The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.
I’d like to say I took the news well. The truth was, I wanted to strangle the Hunters of Artemis one eternal maiden at a time. – Percy Jackson.
If there were ever any half-bloods who needed to worry about that, it was Thalia and me. I wondered if maybe I should’ve sent Poseidon that seashell pattern tie for Father’s Day after all. – Percy Jackson.
Don’t worry, goat boy. The milkman is dead.
We’d spent maybe ten minutes together, during which time I’d accidentally swung a sword at her, she’d saved my life, and I’d run away chased by a band of supernatural killing machines. You know, your typical chance meeting.
It almost made me long for the flying pig. – Percy.
You assume that it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?
The wood nymph instructors left me in the dust. They told me not to worry about it. They’d had centuries of practice running away from lovesick gods. But still, it was a little humiliating to be slower than a tree.
What I did next was so impulsive and dangerous I should’ve been named ADHD poster child of the year.
Your head is full of kelp.
Great, I thought. We just blowtorched a national monument.
I’d love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera. The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh!
You’re pretty smug, Lord Ares, for a guy who runs from Cupid statues.
Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled.
Thalia blushed. “Hi, Lord Apollo.” Zeus’s girl, yes? Makes you my half sister. Used to be a tree, didn’t you? Glad you’re back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. Man, I remember one time –.
There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it.
Don’t judge someone until you’ve stood at his forge and worked with his hammer, eh?
Just for you non-sea-god types out there, don’t go swimming in New York Harbor. It may not be as filthy as it was in my mom’s day, but that water will still probably make you grow a third eye or have mutant children when you grow up.
You Titans are about as bright as my gym socks.