Percy: Don’t I get a kiss for luck? It’s kind of a tradition, right? Annabeth: Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we’ll see.
I am never, ever, going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.
I felt like one of Apollo’s sacred cows- slow, dumb, and bright red.
Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.
Thalia’s shoulders relaxed. “I owe you one.” “Two.” “One and a half,” Thalia said. She smiled, and for a second, I remembered that I actually liked her when she wasn’t yelling at me.
Do you always try to kill people when they blow their nose?
With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight.
Daddy will explain. Come, he is blowing up monsters.
I will not have a sea creature destroyed, if I can help it. And I can help it.
It was beautiful in a harsh I’m-going-to-gut-you-like-a-fish kind of way.
All invincible and stuff.
Normally, as long as I’m telling him what to do, he wins in a fight.
I remembered the last time Annabeth and I had parted ways, when she’d given me a kiss for luck in Mount St. Helens. This time, all I got was the hat.
I’ve met plenty of embarrassing parents, but Kronos, the evil Titan Lord who wanted to destroy Western Civilization? Not the kind of dad you invited to school for Career Day.
Everybody was patting Nico on the back, complimenting him on his fighting. Even the Ares kids thought he was pretty cool. Hey, show up with an army of undead warriors to save the day, and suddenly you’re everybody’s best friend.
We’ll have to work on your bunny phobia later.
And you, Percy, are my favorite son.
When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body.
In case you’re wondering, the underside of a sheep doesn’t smell that great. Imagine a winter sweater that’s been dragged through the mud and left in the laundry hamper for a week. Something like that.
Hope survives best at the hearth.