I call it Andskoti, the Adversary. It is woven with the most powerful paradoxes in the Nine Worlds – Wi-Fi with no lag, a politician’s sincerity, a printer that prints, healthy deep-fried food, and an interesting grammar lecture!
He likes to be noticed. He’s not exactly low-key.” “I get it,” I said. “Loki. Low-key.
At this point, most people would have thrown themselves down on the ground and given up hope. And by most people, I mean me.
You will not find love where you wish or where you hope.
Nike could start you two fighting easily.” Percy gave her a sideways smile. “Yeah, we can’t have another incident like in Kansas. I might kill my bro Jason.” “Or I might kill my bro Percy,” Jason said amiably. “Which proves my point,” Annabeth said.
She’d felt more pain from Nico in their brief connection than she had from her entire legion during the battle against the giant Polybotes.
Curled up at the base of the scales, fast asleep, was the oddest monster I’d seen yet. It had the head of crocodile with a lion’s mane. The front half of its body was a lion, but the back end was sleek, brown, and fat – a hippo, I decided. The odd bit was, the animal was tiny – I mean, no larger than an average poodle, which I suppose made him a hippodoodle.
Will Solace sighed. He was, of course, tied to Nico. He propped his elbow on Nico’s shoulder as if the son of Hades were a convenient shelf.
He remembered Apollo, smiling and tanned and completely cool in his shades. Thalia had said, He’s hot. He’s the sun god, Percy replied. That’s not what I meant. Why was Nico thinking about that now? The random memory irritated him, made him feel jittery.
Nico’s anger turned as cold and dark as his blade. He’d been morphed into a few plants himself, and he didn’t appreciate it. He hated people like Bryce Lawrence, who inflicted pain just for fun.
Such is human memory... you forget the truth and believe what makes you feel better.
It didn’t seem to matter how much he resented Percy Jackson; Nico would do anything for him. He hated himself for that.
The guy had literally been through hell and back. Even when he wasn’t trying, he made the toilets explode. What would Percy be like if he wanted to act scary?
You’re a strange person.” “I prefer the term fabulously weird.
People said the towers looked like giant salt and pepper shakers, but I’d always thought they looked like Daleks from Doctor Who.
Sometimes you lie to deceive people. Sometimes you lie because you need the lie to become the truth.
Well, yes, I call it the Expando-Duck. It’s perfect if you need a small metal duck. Or a larger metal duck.
All aboard for one last trip.
Another yap shook the room. Broken branches tumbled to the floor. “Wh-what’s up there?” I asked, my knees shaking. I thought about the Norns’ prophecy, naming me a harbinger of evil. “Is it – the Wolf?” “Oh, much worse,” Blitzen said. “It’s the Squirrel.
You kidding? So many preservatives in these things, I’ll live forever.