It was a crazy idea. But, as usual, that’s all Percy had.
Don’t underestimate Camp Half-Blood.
Strange things conspire when one tries to cheat fate.
Percy was getting tired of water. If he said that aloud, he would probably get kicked out of Poseidon’s Junior Sea Scouts, but he didn’t care.
He’d learned years ago it was better not to dwell too much on who was related to whom on the godly side of things. After Tyson the Cyclops adopted him as a brother, Percy decided that that was about as far as he wanted to extend the family.
But Annabeth knew that people saw what they wanted to see. They didn’t need the Mist to warp their perceptions.
But she wondered why beautiful things had to be wrapped up with evil history. Or was it the other way around? Maybe the evil history made it necessary to build beautiful things, to mask the darker aspects.
The dead aren’t scary. They are just sad.
Leo could run pretty fast when someone was trying to kill him. Sadly, he’d had a lot of practice.
True success requires sacrifice.
That’s what being a demigod was all about, not quite belonging in the mortal world or on Mount Olympus but trying to make peace with both sides of their nature.
Plus, humor ws a good way to hide the pain. And if that didn’t work, there was always Plan B. Run aaway. Over and over.
She often had to remind herself that she couldn’t do everything alone. She wasn’t always the best person for the job. Sometimes she got tunnel vision and forgot about what other people needed.
I don’t like you two going off on you won. Just remember: behave. If I hear about any funny business, I will ground you until the Styx freezes over.
Fighting giants was one thing. Bacchus making into a game was something else.
A ruby-encrusted orb popped its top and helicopter blades unfolded. Leo was glad Buford the table wasn’t here-he would’ve fallen in love.
Percy looked at his friends. “I’m getting tired of this guy’s shirt.” “Combat time?” Piper grabbed her horn of plenty. “I hate wonder bread,” Jason said. Together, they charged.
Nico started to crawl away, groaning. Percy wanted him to move faster and groan less. He considered throwing his wonder bread at him.
Many of the best traps are simple. You just have to think about it, and hope your victim doesn’t.
Love and war always go together. They are the peaks of human emotion! Evil and good, beauty and ugliness.