Good Morning! You’re Going to Die.
No story ever ends, does it? It just leads into others.
At last, as the sun went down, Meg seemed to understand it was time for me to leave. “You’ll come back?” she asked. “Always,” I promised. “The sun always comes back.
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet my glow-in-the-dark boyfriend.
Call on me. I will be there for you.
Nico laughed, which I didn’t know he was capable of.
Rachel pulled out a blue plastic hairbrush and threw it at the nearest barbarian, beaning him in the eye and making him howl. Sorry I underestimated you, Rachel, I thought distantly. You’re actually kind of a hairbrush ninja.
William Andrew Solace,” Nico said, “do you have something to confess?
Anytime you take aim and prepare to fire your best shot, anytime you seek to put your emotions into a song, know that I am smiling on you.
Making music was its own sort of divinity.
One trog whispered, “Who is that?” His companion whispered back, “Don’t know, but he can’t be important. He’s wearing a Mets hat.
Remember what it’s like to be human.
AHHHH.” She straightened. I scrambled away and almost fell over the kitchen table, because her eyes – her eyes were glowing green.
Love conquers all,” Aphrodite promised. “Wow,” Thalia muttered. “Ever had a flying burrito hit you?” Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. “In a way, it’s nice to know that there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong. “God alert!” Blackjack yelled.
You’re a stalker with hooves.
The impossible is merely the possible for which we don’t yet know the science.
People liked to be seen, even if it’s by the cold, cruel eyes of fate.
Jason had never really considered how important Leo’s sense of humor was to the group. Even when things were super serious, they could always depend on Leo to lighten things up. Now, it felt like the whole team had dropped anchor.
The best science fiction can shape how humans see their own future.
To be human is to move forward, to adapt, to believe in your ability to make things better. That is the only way to make the pain and sacrifice mean something.
How about this?” I drew the Arrow of Dodona from my quiver. “We’ll ask my prophetic friend. Surely it has a better idea – perhaps access to last-minute hotel deals!” I lifted the projectile in my trembling fingers. “O great Arrow of Dodona – ” “Is he talking to that arrow?” Lu asked Meg. “He talks to inanimate objects,” Meg told her. “Humor him.