I pulled out Riptide.
Wouldn’t that put a twist in your toga?
Sometimes small things can become very large, indeed.
No, no, I never mess around.
Fortunately, we did most of our athletic stuff inside, so we didn’t have to jog through Tribeca looking like a bunch of boot-camp hippie children.
Before I could figure out how to apologize for being such an idiot, she tackled me with a hug, then pulled away just as quickly. “I’m glad you’re not a guinea pig.” “Me, too.” I hoped my face wasn’t as red as it felt.
There were a lot of answers I might’ve given, from “I knew that” to “LIAR!” to “Yeah right, and I’m Zeus.” – Percy, after Quintus says that he is Daedalus.
Rachel: They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb. Annabeth: Was it hard?
I can’t get through the year without getting kicked out or blowing something up.
That was so completely unfair that I told Tantalus to go chase a donut, which didn’t help his mood.
Don’t feel bad, I’m usually about to die.
Sanchez looked at me and we locked eyes a second too long. There was nothing I could do about it. The signal went out. A moment of clear, silent hostility passed between us as hotly charged and unintentional as a thousand-volt arc through a squirrel.
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.