Stupid Sixteen year old kid falling from the sky! I’m late!
Yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out!
We had enough quite enough snobbery in this world without exporting it to the hereafter.
My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they’re dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set.
Eating next to a twenty-foot-long crocodile took some getting used to, but Philip was well trained. He only ate bacon, stray waterfowl, and the occasional invading monster.
If somebody offers you Hapi pills, just say no!
Oh, lord. I was beginning to think like Neith. Soon I’d be huddled in an underground bunker eating army rations and cackling as I sewed together the pockets of all the boys who’d jilted me.
Would Grandmother scold him? Would she say, “Frank! Thank the gods, you’ve come. I’m surrounded by monsters.” More likely she’d scold him, or mistake them for intruders and chase them off with a frying pan.
A person’s shadow stood for his legacy, his impact on the world. Some people cast hardly any shadow at all. Some cast long, deep shadows that endured for centuries.
Why would Roman gods want to date Chinese Canadians?
Hazel screamed at the top of her lungs, but it was a scream of delight. For the first time in her life-in her two lives-she felt absolutely unstoppable.
Hey Grover! Thorn’s kidnapping us! He’s a poisonous spike-throwing maniac! Help!
The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed cleanthrough her body as if she were made of water. HISSS!
No which fish are big enough to land.
If you’re heading downtown from Centeral Park, my advice is to take the subway. Flying pigs are faster but way more dangerous.
I stepped forward. Call me old-fashioned, but I wanted to keep his focus on me and not Annabeth. I think it’s polite for a guy to protect his girlfriend from instant incineration.
If you don’t like it you can kiss my quiver.
When in doubt, start from the top. -Jason Grace.
My stomach churned. The monster had mimicked Thalia perfectly. If I’d heard that voice in the dark, calling for help, I would’ve run straight toward it.
I could hear hopefulness in her voice, but also doubt. She was waiting for me to admit the obvious: I’d forgotten. I was toast. I was boyfriend roadkill.