We ran, plowing through another pile of peppers. [No, I didn't pick a peck of them, Sadie - just shut up.]
We only fail when we stop trying.
We did all the standard camp numbers: Down By The Aegean, I Am My Own Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpa, This Land is Minos's Land.
We choose to believe in Ma'at. We create order out of chaos, beauty out of ugly randomness. That's what Egypt is all about.
Vulcan? Leo demanded. I don't even LIKE Star Trek!
Tyson! Thank the gods, Annabeth is hurt!You thank the gods that she is hurt? he asked, puzzled.
Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter, and he SERIOUSLY loved peanut butter.
To my wonderful readers. Sorry about that apology for that last cliffhanger. I’ll try to avoid cliffhangers in this book. Well, except for maybe a few small ones... because I love you guys.
They're not so bad. They just need some attention. ...Like pets. Or my brother.
Then there were the shabti, magical figurines that were supposed to come to life when summoned. A few months ago, I’d fallen for a girl named Zia Rashid, who’d turned out to be a shabti. Falling in lo...
The world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine.-Dionysus
The way Leo figured it, he spent more time crashing than he did flying. If there was a rewards card for frequent crashers, he'd be, like, double platinum level.
The throne rumbled. A wave of gale-force anger slammed into me. The voice stopped abruptly, The anger retreated, which was a good thing, because just those two words had almost blasted my mind to shre...
The telkine growled and muttered as he tapped on his keyboard. Maybe he was messaging his friends on uglyface.com
The parrot eyed me cautiously, like he was forming a vague memory of unhappier times, before Jimmy Buffett and ganja.Noisy bastard, he decided.
The good thing is Jason and I both outrank you so we can both tell you to shut up.
The farm god rolled his eyes. He pointed at the corn plant, and BAM! Nico di Angelo appeared in an exposion of corn silk. Nico looked around in panic. I-I had the weirdest nightmare about popcorn.
The dead see what they believe they will see. So do the living. That is the secret.
The coach could do a goat-hoof tap dance around Nico’s head and the son of Hades wouldn’t even budge.
The baby!’ Nico grinned, which hurt his face muscles. He wasn’t used to making that expression. ‘Mellie and the kid are all right?